Am I hideous?

 

So many years have drained,

slowly taking what was once mine

scattering it over endless thoughts and memories

And I wonder why, where has it all gone…

Silver finds locks once dark,

muscles speak in much louder tones

 

Sleep is something of youthful moments

and nightmares wrap me where once bloomed orchids

 

Coming down that mountain…stumbling,

gazing on the valley below, green and lush,

envying those who still smile,

holding hands and drinking of life

one happy sip at a time

from that half full glass held next to their hearts

 

Not a drop spilled on their dance floor,

mixing with saw dust and erratic footprint designs

 

A tear finds my cheek, lonely as it is

Asking, what did it mean, why has loved passed me by

Nary a wave or a nod, eyes fixed elsewhere

Am I hideous…the thought has crossed my mind…why did I just grin,

did something soft touch me and I didn’t notice,

until now…perhaps

 

There’s that word again…seems overused

though it hasn’t been spoken in ages

 

Entering that final path, winding…tiring so

but a spring in the old step, a bounce found in place of a crawl

“Sweet the fragrant air doth find me of you”

Why did I just say that, and in a voice I hadn’t heard in so long

Seems to be singing…and it is me…me

and funny…I hear harmony

 

So it has come, the voices of my past belting out a few notes

into the mind of crab cake crumbles and starched socks

 

Yet it is not in my head, it is on the wind…a cool breeze of song

wafts along aged skin and tickles…and I laugh at the feeling

When she appears from a field of lavender, different yet perfect,

beautiful eyes, lips, I must be going insane

they said it would happen…madness

Then she smiles at me and I smile back, could this be…love…me

Taking my hand we run, yes run…uphill, and I feel free

 

Reaching in my pocket I pull out the four-leaf clover

I found when I was twelve and whisper…” Took you long enough"

Reviews

[Light and ashes]

A lonely tear is a sad thing, indeed.........
I'm sorry.

[willweb]

Thanks but at this point, it is just a poem.

[Light and ashes]

You are welcome. That is good. I'm glad to hear it.

[Einstein Noodle]

time takes its toll .. we are whittled away bit by bit .. scrapped knee by paper cut .. i, for myself, am so glad i burned (and still do) all the fuel in the furnace .. be damned the burned thumbs and bumped elbows that will creak even more should i not keep on truckin' .. your speaker is a very sad case of longing .. and is heroic in that he persevered through his "hideous" hour .. holding fast the four leafer (lucky fellow) and finds his love at last .. i am a sucker of a love story with a happy ending .. and so throughly enjoyed reading ..tho i had my doubts .. until he stuck his hand in his "pocketsess" .. i have never found a four leaf clover .. not for lack of looking; but one of my neighbors finds them all the time .. somehow we got to talking about them and she excused herself and came back with three of them all nicely pressed in cellophane .. i have to admit to giddy i was .. my ancestry is from Ireland and the Highlands of Scotland ..of which i was taught to be proud of .. and i am .. so i stuck the three clovers in the pics of Ma, Da and my Grandparents ... your poem got me goin' ... so for me .. well done!
E.

[willweb]

Thank you so much my friend for your comment and for sharing all of that with me. Your words were fun to read this morning. I have found a four leafed clover once or twice in my life and it was very exciting when that happened.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I used to collect those clovers...mine still hasn't worked in the name of love, but this poem does because
for me it is like peering into a mirror.
Crab cake crumbles and starched socks...I wondered where I lost mine.
j.

[willweb]

Thanks Jacob, not sure if I am happy you can somewhat relate or not but I am happy you liked it.