MOON AT DUSK NAPLES FLORIDA
(MY BACK YARD)
DID I hurt you
with my rhymes?
throbbing heart,
how many times?
Much sorrow.
words written.
sobs internal,
face down, abed with
bear named Ted
Not in same house,
maybe tomorrow!
Is it true
I hurt you?
Words--
knife-deep in heart;
risky game of life
played by my
key-caloused
finger-tips?
Oh! Those lips!
These days, rue
Stolen happiness
Deleted dreams
Evaporated hopes
Dying faith
Non-existent love
all the above in
generated wireless
format; delusion
self-centeredness
self-importance;
me, me, me
self, self, self…
WHEEE!
perchance you dance,
as elf on shelf
midst nouns
unsaid
where installed
with other books
...unread
--steveroni
A verse for dVerse Poets Pub
OPEN LINK NIGHT #85
Come HERE after 3 PM Tuesdays
and bring "whatevah ya got on tap"
Title THE NINTH is reference to
Step Nine of Alcoholcs Anonymous...
The "Making Amends" to Peeps.
hey..you have a beautiful backyard view, just saying..smiles
ReplyDeleteand ugh...we can hurt so much with our words and things are written and published so quickly and can cause so much harm...we really need to be careful and have to remind ourselves that we deal with real people and real emotions and real life... great to see you in the pub friend
nice...i miss the palms of florida man...we dont get those up here...smiles...words are dangerous things...they bring life....they destroy it...it is all in how we use it...and even when we are careful we can use them the wrong way....
ReplyDeleteWords can life us or wound us..a thin line. Nice write. Peace and love to you.
ReplyDeletegood stuff...
ReplyDeleteOur society is definitely more self-indulgent than ever, which can be hard to stomach sometimes. "Deleted dreams" is a sad image :(
ReplyDeleteThis IS a poem, Peeps.
ReplyDeleteNot an autobiography!
Thank you for the comments...
I like how sensitive you are about the power of hurting words ~
ReplyDeleteAnd I love your picture, I am envious of the view ~
The power of words is almost unable to be out into words. Oh the irony in that alone! Ha. Words are so amazing - there really are just scrambled letters to match our moods but its the person who speaks them (or types/writes them) that puts the punch in them (or hug) Nicely done
ReplyDeleteHi, I rather like the beat of this poem..nice write.
ReplyDeleteThe beat! How interesting. Having played in symphony orchestras for so long, (as secundo violino) I have always "heard: the bass line, and the beat, be it Beethoven or Beetle. Actually hear it while writing. Or riding!
DeleteYes, words can be the worst of all weapons. And we need the reminder. I enjoyed this much.
ReplyDeleteYour last two stanzas...they sing (and dance, of course).
ReplyDelete... skip the words ... sing and dance instead ... I do ...
ReplyDeleteyes. it is scary to write in case it causes someone to feel sad
ReplyDeleteaaaah the words that cut... wounds deep yet unseen... and i do so love your image of a dancing elf on shelves... hiya steveroni, hope you're good!!!
ReplyDeleteWords can hurt and kill.
ReplyDeleteWords can also inspire and bring hopes.
I see the later in your posts.
Self absorbed- an understatement!
ReplyDeleteLove the very genuine beginning to this- That could and would have been me, (with a rabbit ! )
Beautiful image and great thought proving words.
ReplyDeletei would of course Never put you in charge of the belgium chocolate ya know...smiles...but grab that violin and play on friend...smiles
ReplyDeleteI like your bitter-sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteNo hatred, but still a sharp pen. Autsch.