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:
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
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..
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.
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...
"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.
Glad I visited.
ZQ
I can feel the going-home-from-work fatigue......those dreams past expiration dates........and "scrape for the passport of fate" is brilliant.
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
a powerful poem ... so well written :)
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!
so well expressed...amazing
"passport of fate" - how awesome is that imagery? Just loved this piece. I felt like I was right there, skipping and leaping alongside. Beautiful.
You have the knack of finding poetry in the every-day existence of living in the 21st century.
So true in everyday life....you make the mundane quite interesting!
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.
wow abin... so many feel this same gnawing sameness, stuckness in their lives... you've expressed it so well.
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.
'and tackle a few shoulders' had me paying close attention.
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
oh great sigh, Abin.
...unwelcome couch. hmm definitely contradictions here - Seems to memory of a desire to change is still minutely there - but barely.
Damn, I still want a book of your work.
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