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BLEEDING PEN
My pen for once will bleed tonight
as autumn's acorns drum the roof
bringing my mortality into sight.
Is anyone actually time proof?
If so it's nobody I know
for they have mostly fallen by the way.
Gone to where ever people go
after they've lived their last day.
I turn my thoughts from those now passed
for next up to come is the regrets;
words left unsaid in the past;
time wasted on worries and frets.
Those to whom I should have said more
before the speaking time was done.
Others alienated long before
by words I'd best have not let run.
And the time that I burned through
as if the fuel would have no end
while all the while the years' rime grew
as life's road took yet one more bend.
Second guessing that false path I took
in the search for security and money.
Both flowed away like a fast brook
neither satisfied as simple honey.
Did I wait years longer than I should
between my first poem and my next?
Perhaps by now I'd have become good
instead of writing rhythm that sounds hexed.
But I guess the worst of all
was the wall I built to keep hurts out
which also muted feelings' call
no matter how loved ones would shout.
This red ink's flow?I'll stop it now,
break down that wall and start to Give.
Try balancing the scales somehow
in the short years I have left to live.
Comments
catealius sanders
Mon, 2018-09-03 16:49
very good and I like it
very good and I like it
scribbler
Mon, 2018-09-03 18:13
Thank you
I was on the verge of pulling this due to lack of response
lovedly
Tue, 2018-09-04 20:10
no one
Gone to where ever people go
after they've lived their last day........
as you say
stan
scribbler
Mon, 2018-09-03 21:33
Hey loved
Their BODIES are incinerated or buried. The people go elsewhere.....stan
lovedly
Tue, 2018-09-04 20:12
truce
stan
may
don't cry baby
scan
scribbler
Tue, 2018-09-04 09:06
I am
not going to get into a religious argument
IRiz
Thu, 2018-09-06 19:47
I love this poem. It is a
I love this poem. It is a treat to read. Thank you very much for sharing it.
The form flows.
I relate to the content very much.
the bleeding pen image turns my enthusiasm down but only just a bit, because it gives me a feeling as if it is a stable expression.
IRiz
scribbler
Thu, 2018-09-06 20:00
Hi Riz
I appreciate your taking time to read and leave such kind comment
IRiz
Thu, 2018-09-06 20:23
but it is my pleasure!!!
but it is my pleasure!!!
IRiz
scribbler
Fri, 2018-09-07 14:28
thank
you
raj
Fri, 2018-09-07 15:51
Stan
you have laid bare your feelings in this poem with all honesty..this is humane stuff that moistened my eyes...through this bleeding pen you have let your emotions threadbare...
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raj (sublime_ocean)
scribbler
Fri, 2018-09-07 16:50
Hi raj
I reckon fact based poetry might be easier to write.
raj
Fri, 2018-09-07 16:53
I am not sure if it's easy to
I am not sure if it's easy to write Stan but surely it appears to be honest...
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raj (sublime_ocean)
scribbler
Fri, 2018-09-07 21:15
I
try
IRiz
Sun, 2018-10-14 08:22
Love it
Love it
IRiz
scribbler
Sun, 2018-10-14 11:44
Thank you
I try to get one right once in a while..........
Candlewitch
Fri, 2022-02-25 10:25
hello Stan,
I really like the title, it is reflected within the thoughtful poem. I especially enjoyed these lines:
And the time that I burned through
as if the fuel would have no end
while all the while the years' rime grew
as life's road took yet one more bend.
I understand this well.
*hugs, Cat
*
When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.
scribbler
Fri, 2022-02-25 10:55
Hi Cat
thank you. I am going back over some of my older chicken scratchings and doing some edits. Glad you saw this one