Cold HeartThis Side Of Reason
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 63)
copyright 06-15-2008
Age Rating: 13 to 127
.....tired alone
Write love images
Strum a bit of heart
Sad slippery words
To un-completed
Days in dead end reasons
Reeds play melancholy
Dies hard. On star lit wishes
Ember trees feed a road of
Where did this life go?
Your eyes blue in drifting sleep
Only a road of songs yet to play
Heart beat to street music
Shoulder blame of name
It is as true as water passing
The rock stayed as the future
Wore down last of view
In a picture framed
Artist came
And love
Went
Away
There is a bottle in my corner
To remind me of who and what I am
Seasons roll by
Each task a vision
Heart goes cold
Yet cannot die
Tasks to do
Dependent on
Answers weep
She the shadow
Lost in keep
Dollars minus
Clothes on
The floor
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I've gone over this poem several times as I truly enjoy the music I hear, in the lines of your poetry (why I enjoy playing your words over and over.. sad as they may strum).
Two of my favorite lines in this one are: "There is a bottle in my corner to remind me of who and what I am". By the time I get to this point...I'm getting pretty comfortable at my table as I picture seasons rolling by, surround sound filling up all our spaces, lost in keep, while we read-Walter.
Each life has it's reason. The things we do influence others and when we do it right it sets examples that others follow. Words on a page are there for many to read and make their own answers. Time will allow these words to remain and they may help long after all of us have moved on to the next realm! Good one to raise thought! Great write Walt, Anthony
"Double down the hard way
Six or eight to show
Pay it high or pay it low,
Life's cup of rattles wants to play."
~~~~~
We can only play the hand we're dealt, good friend.
Or fold before it's time.
Better, I think, to play it out
And gather what chips of value
And of meaning for us and ours
To cheat the Joker in some small wise
Lest he steal the pot entire.