Can’t you see me standing here?
Am I bloody invisible to your eyes?
If so just think of me, things will clear.
I am waiting for the thoughts to arrive.
I hear you laugh as if I am a fool
Hold on, there are many things to talk of.
Too many what if’s, and maybe’s cross my mind.
What of this life now we have reached this point?
Where do we go from here, this crossroad’s?
Why do we have to choose, does it not happen?
I sink into dreams each night that tease my ways.
Why am I able to run so fast, and do many things?
Yet the morning sun feels cold to my aching limbs.
Is this all that is left to dream, and then reality.
Bloody Buddha he just keeps smiling, as if at me
Is this the depression of age, reaching my thoughts?
With all these thoughts running wild and the dreams.
I should be a blubbering wreck instead of knowing
Knowing that this is life as we age and is ours to hold
I shall walk another mile thinking on these things more
Here tell me true what you would do, another silence.
You see it is just me here and a wooden Buddha that smiles
He sits in a pose that I cannot do anymore, I fear nothing
Here are my words flowing in globular streams, think on.
Other words are set in the ether and arrive here for me
Others dictate to the keys, as I drift to one side and see
I watch the keys being tapped in a tuneful way
I shall read what they say and send them today
Who shall I send them to, is it really something to do.
At my age with a mass of memories to share with you
I really need a direction on what I should write,
I shall search here and find a singular thing tonight.
Today the third, I lit a candle for my beloved Father
He would have been one hundred and seventeen.
He fought for us all in the first Great War you know.
Thank you Dad your life as mine was not in vain.
I shall retire to dreams, tomorrow to think again.
Comments
Here are my words flowing in globular streams
just what this write is ian... so i'm not going to complain about the uneven rhythm - i found it didn't matter.
i was borne alone with your train of thought and enjoyed where you went
i wouldn't suggest you change anything
love judy
xxx
Thanks Judy
I was just wandering with think, now I can see how disorganised my thoughts are lol.
Ihave a poem some place and am trying to hunt it down but it can't be ready yet as it is just out of reach,
Take care young lady and thanks again, Yours Ian xxx
Ian
I agree with Judy. In fact the nonrhythmic flow suits the essence of this poem where thoughts are going places unleashed. I also liked the intrusion of the statue of the smiling Buddha. also a good ovation to your dear Father ..seeking from his soul answers about the unknown...I believe this write may have given you a great deal of satisfaction..
Regards,
Raj
Thank you for your visit to my muddled world, it took away a load of muddle lol.
As I said to Judy there is a poem there in the background that I cannot see at this moment but it will arrive soon I hope.
Take care and thanks again, must go my tea is getting cold lol,
Yours, Ian, Buddha and the Children
and I thought not withstanding your thoughts
your sharp eyes
my poetrys had caught
Loved
Your eyes were but captured in the moment.
The stream has moved on now others are seen.
Take your words and sail them past my window.
I sit here waiting for a new dawn,
Yours with thanks, Ian