This person in my body
isn't me,
not sure the body's mine either
come to think of it,
it seems so much bigger
than it used to be.
I look in the mirror
and often despair
at the face looking back
with a serious stare.
But it's not just the ageing
that makes me sigh
it's the where have I gone
over years flown by?
The essence of me
seems weak, diluted
my strength's been sapped
and my soul's been muted.
Where have I gone
and what's become
of that golden girl
who faced the sun?
Perhaps the faeries
late at night
slipped into my room
and stole my light.
Or is it the world
that's flattened me
with its cruelty, lies
and poverty.
Opportunities missed
weigh on my mind,
no time to go back
there's no rewind.
I look at the present
the here and now,
yes I'm living my life
but it's wrong somehow.
Sat in my cosy, comfortable world,
I could forgive someone saying
spoilt girl.
My problems revolve
around what's for tea
the washing, the cleaning
and endless laundry.
The trying to fit twelve hours
in ten
go to sleep,
get up
then do it again.
Juggling job
and family life
the trials of being
a working housewife.
I find this existence
empty and void,
my mind isn't stretched
my brain's unemployed.
The horizons are there
they're not out of sight
and it's never too late
to bathe in their light.
So who's to blame
for what's become
of that golden girl
who faced the sun?
Not faeries, nor demons
or daily grind.
If I take a deep look
I think I'll find
I, committed the biggest sin of all
and the only person to blame, is me
for the creature I harbour,
is apathy.
Jul 11, 2016
Where have I gone?
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Didn't set out to write this in rhyme, bloody muses......
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Hi Jane
If the state of heart is called a cardiogram, I would call this poem a Janeogram...for it does reflect your state of mind when you wrote these verses...
Regards,
Hi Raj
Hi Raj
Yes, very accurate - don't always feel like this, just do at the moment and bizarrely enough I'm having a cardiogram tomorrow.
Thanks for dropping by. Jx
Hi again
All would be fine Jane...be well...
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Lovedly
Thanks for your comment, true to your own particular style :-) Jxx
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Jane
I insist that you send my mirror back, but I had to find a new one that showed me the truth.
There in mine a young spirit shines back at me,
Bereft of all ills and not needing a physical entity.
I shall send you this new one,
it never lies but shows only the spirit,
in its stages of reality.
Go well and know that if you look with truth,
only truth will be shown to you,
Yours as always Ian..x
Thanks Ian
I think I prefer your mirror at the moment, but I think mine is temporary, of the here and now.
I'm a fickle creature :-) Jxx
look into the mirror of time
look into the mirror of time
you will all feel sublime
its the same mirror
for every one all the time
yes
VERY sub and lime
alternating
lovely chimes
the mirror alone smiles
you may also if you wish to
far in the distance
now I see myself
roaming naked in the wllderness
as if I were to be born today
as mom would say
but that occurrence is now far away
in memories of love alone I do stay
come along friendly one's
look at the mirror of truth
how much young may be you
the mirror never lies.....
looking glass
great poem
Im extremely vain
everything is a careful
construct
as a kid we had freedom
just tons of guilt trips
my parents grew up
hard and busted out
of it by working hard
as adults and kids
many here had too
winter...summer gardens
jobs jobs and they
relaxed too....parties
card games..trips
visits to family
so socially I could mix
I just didnt fit in
read books..had a bike
loved the local history
I enjoyed things and
had a spark..
but I was always checking
over things
being the middle kid
was like a mood mechanic
too be happy was too
help out with things
spent most of my life
being a helper of a sort
then the front person
spent years being jammed
and then they would say
get out there...when
I was not equipped
writers..brilliant minded
I enjoy...just being what
i am I guess makes them
happy..they used to chat
with me or want too buy
me coffee...
the rare great moments
and then years of ordinary
when everything fell apart
this last year
and its still falling
but Im not caring
ride the rails and see
where they end
its been a bonus
because I also had too
look at what it is
about aging
a turning point
where the purpose
the motive of
personal existance
is examined like
any inventory
I know everyone
has their struggles
but your participation
here on neo is
excellent
and your poems
are cheery
and inspiring
thing is about writing
is many people are
not creative in this
manner
they like golf
work their careers
but imagination
thats the ticket!!
thats what saved me
back then...
I find new music
Doors and all
that is fine..
but I got brand new
tunes that make
me smile
and books
just have to buy
one!
I have changed
but I force myself
too do things
that made me happy
then! and what I
like now...
there is a lot of stuff
going on in my life
that I would like too
see different
but what I like about
what I like
I cannot control
that is stressful
and frustrating
at this moment
I find remaining
with the conditions
are better then
opting for a new
start...which some
succefully negotiate
I just value time
as an charitable
ability then
liability
I hear U though...
just wake up one
day somehow
but thats a start
pretty much where
Im at too
and look at this
way.
I dont even have
it to write that!!
thank U!
Esker
It's always a delight to read your responses - actually that sounds a bit like a backhanded compliment, I didn't mean it to be, It's a delight reading your poetry as well :-)
I'm just in a funny place at the moment, not quite myself, am sure it will work itself through or whatever disquiet does, but am glad you liked the poem. Jx
Forgive me please...
for not looking in.
You've been here so long and yet we have not met.
I am Wesley.
Welcome to NeoPoet.
I look forward to peeking in on your other posts as I enjoyed this one immensely. I didn't have trouble with the rhyme, indeed it lightened the poem a great deal. There were some rhythms I didn't like, but all in all the meter worked.
I hope you find the community at NeoPoet that you have been looking for.
Again... Welcome.
Hello Wesley, very nice to
Hello Wesley, very nice to meet you and thank you for dropping by and commenting.
I've not written much over the past week or two, sometimes it's frantic scribbling at stupid o'clock when my brain just won't turn off and poems seem to write themselves, at other times (like now), my brain won't turn on and poetry just isn't playing.......... :-)
It's still good to read everyone else's work though.
Cheers Jx
Hi Jane
Many of us go through those On & Off phases. I am sure something will switch on the magic button, and soon beautiful verses will start flowing again...
Be well...
Oh boy do I relate to this
A clevert write Jane
Love judy
xxx
Reminds
me of Philip Larkin. Which is good.
Am honoured, love Larkin's
Am honoured, love Larkin's work. Jx