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JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana

0 posted 2016-02-29 09:46 PM


Nope, I wasn't tripping on acid, those days have been over for a long time. . . I was just . . . something!


I am in a forest dense
bright sunlight shines through the trees
I'm freezing
I am on my own
stiff breeze bends tree saplings
in a mea culpa
to the elements, knowing although
they are a part of the whole
the wind is more potent
I, as I stand shivering and watching
understand the rudiments of survival
and bend with the saplings
with the wind
a majestic knowledge surges in my bones
something the trees have known|
since time
the wind is an untamed
undomesticated part of the whole
where soft breezes can stir hearts
toward love
it can turn
change direction
become ruthless, cruel and murderous
suddenly I began to run
spiny barbs
close in on me from thorn bushes
the sky turns sinister black
I hear laughter inside my head
though I have never heard it before
I feel it is death clawing
probing
stealing into my soul
as I run willy-nilly
with no sense of direction
except
merely to run away from my nightmare
the trees become standing
cadavers
their many branches are now arms
seeking to grab me
slapping me as I rush by
a sleeting rain begins
peppering my eyes with frigid onslaught
I close them
run
running
toward the poltergeist of my memory
guilt piercing my heart
I cannot breathe
I'm lured into giving into the guilt
of going back
to sad places of yesteryear
to bow down
acquiescing to the will of the mental storm
never!
I stop running
a smile creases my face
I will not go back
to relive the unpleasantness of my life
no
no mas, no mas
the wind stops
the sun comes back out
warming me
the trees
like tall companions
are friends again
all because
my life is important
my crimes I have forgiven
my life is my own

©January 14, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton


~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

[This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (02-29-2016 10:53 PM).]

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DaysofView
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since 2014-04-01
Posts 433
Just A Slice Of The Pie
1 posted 2016-03-01 09:17 AM


What a beautiful poem Jerrypat! With all the troubles and strife its just beautiful and made me wonder and calm too. I liked what you said about the trees becoming "standing
cadavers". WoW! Your're the greatest!

If I were more than I am, I'd see things differently instead of the same all the time.

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
2 posted 2016-03-01 09:46 AM


Awww . . . "You're the greatest!" Not me. Thank you for saying such nice things about my poem.

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

ice
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since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404
Pennsylvania
3 posted 2016-03-01 07:30 PM


Applause!

A turning of a page in the book of one who thinks deeply enough about life to write of  how hard it scares you sometimes--yet you get up off the canvas, when it knocks you down, to fight another round..

"the trees
like tall companions
are friends again
all because
my life is important
my crimes I have forgiven
my life is my own."

Yup, your life is your own.

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
4 posted 2016-03-01 07:54 PM


Thanks, Ice, we just keep turning life over, looks like we'd find a place to stop. By "we," I am of course referring to me.

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

jjote
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since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088
Ontario, Canada
5 posted 2016-03-02 11:05 PM


Hi, it feels good to be back here again. Have been having the blues, my head buried in sand. But your poem is lifting up my spirits, seeing how after the storms of life, you still have the will to get up and go on. Thanks for the heartening message
JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
6 posted 2016-03-03 07:50 AM


So sorry to hear about your blues, jjote. Yes, there is always something better around the cur of life's road. Thank you for the nice words about my poem.

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

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