Talking into the future
Journey into the sound of three of me and what that would look like
Talking into the future belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Midnight Ramblers, The Word Tree and WMGthe man I was supposed to be
maybe
under that hospitable gesture lives the devil
dressed to the nines
what a suit, it evens shines in the midnight
a walkabout brings me full circle
where was the wisdom when I was in the flood
stroking waters against the gutter
it’s not that I don’t appreciate
the open hand, it’s just that open hand
has hit me too many times before
my little boy sits curled in a ball
watching the walk
his frayed baseball hat is tilted up, just a smidgen
and so, the past, the present and the future
collide
compose
converse and convalesce
and the graininess tastes like farina
just with rice milk instead of similac
who knew my staple could produce milk that could sustain me
and life cools while I wait, and sip, and see
there is no silent whispers except
the roaring inside me
attempting a song that can keep up with the guitar
and she sings like the earth
like ten thousand night blooming coconut trees
the bark falling in side to side motions
cradling me like my mother used to
the beginning I needed, and never got
which is why the man is hidden
maybe
fullcirclemand... 28 days ago
Beautiful word crafting hon:) xoxox
jjgmail replied 25 days ago
thank you once again and as always you are very kind
Shaun Green 27 days ago
This is an awesome poem. Your images are well crafted and your questioning of masculinity and what it means to be a father are heartfelt and true. Why is the man hidden? And when will he show through?
jjgmail replied 25 days ago
Good questions. Still searching for the answers, or learning to accept them…Thank you for your lovely comment.