Best Poem I've ever written...

[Solaris]

All My Yesterdays

I sang in the morning (body electric);
birdsong stilled as the notes freeze midair,
unborning raindrops sucked back into the atmosphere
where their liquid lies heavy in the pregnant silence of my soul---
it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity that will kill ya.

Days of ages past beat at the door and question “Who Are You?”;
reflections of yesterday blur into tomorrow
as the mirror spins, spins, spins.
Can you taste the wind?
Does it shiver on your tongue like lost little boys
crying without their Peter Panning?
How can you grow up if you’ve never been old,
bought and sold,
pennies in the pocket for a cheap thrill locket---
and all my yesterdays grow cold.

Where do you run? Where do you hide
from the killing inside,
when you hold yourself hostage under others’ command---
grains of sand in the hourglass slip fast,
never meant to last,
strange Benjamin Buttons with inside reversed,
a life-filled maiden caught in the web;
a child dancing in the head
of the slowly aging crone…
all alone and crying in the night of loss,
I am tossed on the winds of my youth.

Truth lives in the eye of the beholder,
ever younger, ever older,
seeking solitude and clarity,
patience and charity,
trying to find the bloom within the rose
and the day’s last breath unfolds.

Patterned overlays of stained-glass personalities
mutter as the light shifts,
changing as the moments tick,
dizzied frenzy makes me sick…
trying to find my way home.

A moment’s peace,
A moment’s rest
is all I seek,
the ground beneath my feet and a sky to reach for,
don’t close the door.
Haven created,
dancing x-rated in the comfortable womb
of my intentions,
safe and warm and without fear
I see you here…
then the walls rip wide as once again I am born into the cold, cold world.

The round begins again;
shaking like a junkie I pick myself up off the floor,
making my own fix with a syringe of courage
and a five-day-old smile,
re-walking the mile that marks the boundary of my days,
until I can find and hold a new path to keep,
a new part to play…
and all my yesterdays merge into
One.

c. Chris Allen, July 2009


What I like about it is that it's full of symbols and imagery that other people may see for what it is, or their viewpoint may see other things in it I haven't imagined.

Hope you enjoy it. :smile:

[Flying Saucers Over Oz]

I don't think this is the right crowd for that kind of thing. Y'got anything starting, "There once was a girl from Loch Mucker..."?

[Night Swordsman]

Solaris, one of my largest faults is i can not stand poetry from a personal point of view. For some reason, i find reading poetry very hard and unenjoyable, and in many ways forced.

That said, i did enjoy parts of your poem, and i wanted to thank you for sharing.

You are awesomeness topped with whipped cream and a cherry. :smile:

[heystacy]

Sol,

I love this poem. The one think that bothered me was that some lines rhyme, and others don't.

The descriptions rock. Looking at the first part of the poem I noticed these words the most:

midair,
atmosphere
soul---
humidity

Great work.

[Cam63]

Yep, that's a poem alright.

Nice work, Sol' :)

[bert]

but it didnt' rhyme?

and it's simply not a poem without the line "there once was man from Nantucket"











nah. . just teasing Chris.

very nice, with some beautiful imagery.

thanks for sharing :)

[Jae Namkyoung]

Beautiful work, my dear. ^_^