Poetry: Inevitably
Day old coffee
in its maker
a cold witness
sometimes
to broken dreams
and war stories
and proclamations
of
getting well
of
new beginnings
of
hearty hope.
Solemn stories and
cloudy memories
and Joe
laughter’s echo
at some obscure
joke but
the window
knows
how schemes get
distorted
deformed
disfigured.
Some have just
flown that way
inevitably
some do go
without ceremony
without fanfare
no hoopla
simply vanish
and all that’s left
are
empty seats
empty room
empty maker
waiting for
the next batch
of sunshine.
I get a lot of inspiration from watching the patients and their families where I work, some days I get very emotional and it manifests into the stories I write, never revealing their true identity but re telling the feeling i get. not sure if I explained this right, never mind! but anyway what I really wanted to say was that your words, the single descriptive ones kind of told its own story without having much else added to it – do exactly that too – we don’t need names or places or faces – just one word that describes it all – and more – just give you one example of what the words said to me -“distorted” – limbs that doesn’t look the same as it used to before – keeping people at an arms length, keeping people away, the distorted arm – distorted from society – and each persons story doesn’t fade even after they do. amazing layering of words and emotions Rob!
Thank you for sharing and for commenting. I like this one myself. I want to get back to free verse. Off to bingo! At work lol
did you say Bingo!? At work?! I pick the poetry really randomly, and this one was different, there was a stretched skin feel over it. free verse? that’s new to me.
Yes, we play bingo with the guys. Free verse, no rhyming
interesting – the no rhyming – not the guys. I might try it – helps me expand my vocabulary. Thanks!
You bet! Go for it. Oh, and free verse has no organized lines, etc. Just free flow and break up the lines where you will.
ok this helps, lots! Rob – would you listen to music in a foreign language?
I suppose, why not?
ok let me try find it and can i link here for you or later somewhere else? – the free verse and you reminded me of this song in the language I speak here. I could translate it later but you need to listen to it in its original form. you may just hate it but I always say try something once!
Wherever you’d like
did you get it?
Feel like I’m there….
Wow, thank you for that. I really tried to bring it home. And, ironically, by writing this, I realized that I need to be writing more poetry about my experiences in the treatment facility and the other men as well. I think I can share the experiences we go through and maybe let others know I understand their plight…or something along those lines lol
Very evocative– I can feel the ghosts in the room
Thank you for appreciating the scene I tried to set!
Reflective stuff. Very worthy.
Thank you so very much for always coming by to read my work and support me. It means a lot
Sad!
no, just talking about some guys how they sit in the kitchen and talk over coffee. Some make it, some don’t
Nostalgia.
yes