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by Alisa Js



why, tell me why
where did you go
the you and the other who promised?
when I'm not looking, the chatter increases
to levels of laughter, insane almost, if left near a bus stop
and yet, quite contrived whenever I appear
is that my paranoia again,
or something more sinister, creeping within?
I'm betting on neither as neither is real
perception is what you believe
and I'm thinking I'll pass on this round,
maybe the next few if this trend continues ...

the swelling of the hope willed promises
anytime we stopped to share, to sizzle a little
our days, our thoughts, our aspirations
I began to feel again
began to need a friend
and believe,
we breathed in the silliness
with satisfied sips,
grandiose hiccups
had us skipping on simmer right through that hard, wooden door

is this an echo, or something more
than some tantalizing mind sweep,
across the canvas of dreamy eye lids
close them and see
splashed in hues of begin again
these tender scenes
make them stay,
keep them real...

08/05/2008

Posted on 08/05/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 08/06/08 at 11:09 AM

I love your emotional turmoil and the killer phrasing of: the swelling of the hope willed promises,... and the last stanza really nailed it for me sweet Alisa.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/06/08 at 12:48 PM

...i too love that line that tony talks of, and the haunting lilt of the entire piece utters a firm "I am, I said"...an expression of wha? heanh?, sorta a plaint of 'where'd the girl i married do?... orrrr, where'd the man i married go?...as we change, we change, eh?...like you say 'keep them real'

Posted by Tim J Bono on 03/15/09 at 07:16 AM

"grandiose hiccups". This little phrase made my night. Compelling couplet and oxymoronic.

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