He stands by the kitchen window
Staring at a sweaty pitcher of water
That sits on the kitchen table,
Contemplating his life.
Inadequate –
Insignificant –
Worse, unproductive.
These are the adjectives that
Immediately spring to mind.
Although forever plagued by
A sense of
Restlessness,
He hasn’t the
Fortitude to reinvent himself –
So he remains –
Perpetually idle.
Depression, indecision and low self-esteem can be completely debilitating... Made me feel for this man.
Cryssa
Christine
Fee
nice work...
Art Sun...
When did such misunderstanding come about? Hell, it got a lot worse when young parents became so successful and made the kind of money that mosy persons work half of a lifetime for. The young and ungrateful brats didn't know that when they took money and things, had sex like adult animals, that there was nothing else to work toward in rewards. Life is simple. When we rush it along, young girls and boys don't have time or the incentive to learn how to live.
If you hadn't written this so well, you would have never stirred me up this way, but I'm glad you did. Your writing tells me that you sense why, "He" is this way, and that it's too late to re-train Him.
Today's parents are too lazy and too proud to make a child into a man or woman who can cope with today's living!
Your poetry is making us look at our problems..... right straight in the eye! BRAVO! - Love, - Bill
Larry
If not depressed then at a point
of wondering what is that object before him
and why is it sweating
Or maybe what am I doing here, not knowing his next move
Seen my mum there and at another time and place
a friend picking up a shinny object, curiously investigating it's
purpose, to us an everyday objects.
outstanding piece Dawn, maybe my view is just as wacked out......lol
Love & Peace
William