Friday, August 16, 2013

Evenings

I hop skip and leap
In traffic rush at six
And tackle a few shoulders
And chassis en route,
As I wobble to my unwelcome couch.

Drained off of dreams past expiration dates,
I mix up some soup,
Of old 'if's and 'but's
And slip into my answerless 'why's.

Ironed with stains that'll rather now grow,
I fiddle with the stitching that is surely unstuck
And popping a few pills for a stomach rather weak
Scrape for the passport of fate.

22 comments:

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

You know Abin--somehow this speaks to me of the bittersweetness of late middle age--which for me is sometimes full of promise and sometimes full of the stuff left undone--this is one that will stay with me a bit I think

sayan said...

your poems are becoming shorter, more concise, adding more power and punch...kind of a knock out..loved the images and since i know the epicenter/genesis of this piece let me say you have done justice to them..

and you already have your PASSPORT to fate...if you know what i mean..

Mary said...

I like this poem very much, Abin,,,,,it is so real. Honest. Packs a punch, and I think is one many can feel. Oh yes, and life has so many answerless why's.

Brian Miller said...

the passport of fate....i like how you have distilled this down to just what is important to set the tone...drained off dreams past expiration date...mmm...nice way to put that...and the soup...

NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

"Drained off of dreams past expiration dates," these lines paint such a sad and real picture... loved the fast pace in the first verse, we all run towards something.

R.K. Garon said...

Glad I visited.
ZQ

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can feel the going-home-from-work fatigue......those dreams past expiration dates........and "scrape for the passport of fate" is brilliant.

B Yvette Yun said...

i love the notion of passports as being a rite of passage! i hope you will consider submitting a poem to my site: http://www.pilgrimspoem.com

Celestial Dreamz said...

a powerful poem ... so well written :)

Enigmatic Soul said...

An absolute favourite!

"Drained off of dreams past expiration dates,
I mix up some soup,
Of old 'if's and 'but's
And slip into my answerless 'why's." - Wow!

Sumana Roy said...

so well expressed...amazing

TALON said...

"passport of fate" - how awesome is that imagery? Just loved this piece. I felt like I was right there, skipping and leaping alongside. Beautiful.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You have the knack of finding poetry in the every-day existence of living in the 21st century.

Mademoiselle Modelle said...

So true in everyday life....you make the mundane quite interesting!

Jack said...

Awesomely depressing, if that makes any sense. Both urgent and tired, such a masterful combination.

You do find poetry in workaday life, and it's incredible.

Laura said...

wow abin... so many feel this same gnawing sameness, stuckness in their lives... you've expressed it so well.

Susan said...

Now that this narrator has come home to make and eat his humble pie, it's time to snap him out of it with some extravagant dessert! Good Poem.

Raining Iguanas said...

'and tackle a few shoulders' had me paying close attention.

Ella said...

Well Done! I see the importance of living in the moment. Some sadness but the middle does that-keep writing Abin! I like your raw real voice

Marian said...

oh great sigh, Abin.

Margaret said...

...unwelcome couch. hmm definitely contradictions here - Seems to memory of a desire to change is still minutely there - but barely.

Matthew John Davies said...

Damn, I still want a book of your work.