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Salmon Skies
by Alisa Jsthe sky outside is salmon
set against wispy sights and billowing ribbons
merging, when the currents do shift
a subtle change
unlike my heart, steadfast
tho' not salmon
it beats red
pondering the pain of us
not yet,
I do wonder about that part
from time to time
need I fret?
when you say you'll call and nothing happens
what's up with that?
I dial your number but you're not there
why mouth the sounds that have no meaning anyway?
why waste the breath and energy?
of speaking that without intent or follow through,
you come and go at a moments notice
are words all that's left of you?
is that the best you've got?
your legacy to me,
if we can call it that ...
I'd rather not hear anything
than empty words from a vacant heart,
stretching around to find a way
doing nothing more than pretending
or something other than reality,
if we try to describe what's happening here
seems like fantasy or wishes even,
cute little phrases slung around innuendo
placed in sentiment most insincere ...
why insincere, you may ask
the answer is plain to see,
because words they were
and words they are
and all they'll ever be,
without something to make them real
they remain
an exercise in futility ...
intention's great
but remember this,
without follow through
intention stays right where it lays,
inside those words, unmoved
a wish
still waiting to come true
to come to life
to be realized,
to be alive and breathe ... 01/21/2007 Author's Note: Careful words make for a careful life.
Careless talk may ruin everything...
(Proverbs 13:3/ The Message Bible)
Posted on 01/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 01/22/07 at 09:00 AM I can't help but feel that when you write you give us a glimpse of your own history... Another great write |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/22/07 at 03:32 PM Yeah, I can see that. Definately. As always, you capture the thought in style. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/22/07 at 05:56 PM You seem to have cornered the market on the subject of suitors who don't follow through or jilt you. Well done. I especially like image of Salmon skies; nicely reflects the tone of the poem. Quite the slice of wisdom also in the Author's Note. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/23/07 at 11:38 PM Well, another tome on the jilted lover. This one seethes with frustration. I like the imagery in the first stanza that helped to give a background against which the angst of this poem contains. I liked the finality and the almost cliche lines,"...because words they were
and words they are
and all they'll ever be..." Very good Alisa!
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