Dry Is My Pallet
While the words never stop; And
the visions are always cropped-
Through my swollen red eyes-
I see life through a side-view mirror-
Doubted; Distorted; Yet I know
they are there-
One day I'll know; When the final
tear falls; That all my pain; All
my labors; All that I am;
Will fill not much more than a tiny
well used thimble-
I am nothing more than the creation of mankind-
Traveling alone through time-
Tapping on the window of another's dream-
Walking away unfulfilled; Head down and sad-
My words; These words will never embrace matter-
Not on your heart; Nor mine-
They'll slide from your soul; Like water on oil-
and lay as forgotten as I-
I beg only for the crumbs; The broken pieces
of the day-
Yet even they seem frivilous and undeserved-
Dry is my pallet; To the sense of sweetness-
Numb is my mind to the fruits of my wanting-
I won't starve; Not in death; To death;
or for it's promise of total silence-
For I feed heartily from warm mouths of kind spirits-
I question not their fairness; In tone nor feature;
for they are my horizons to be-
One day I'll know; When the final tear falls;
That all my pain; All my labors;
All that I am or have ever been;
Will fill not much more than a tiny well
used thimble-
And my words; These words will never embrace
matter- Not on your heart; Nor mine-
They'll disappear one page at a time-
and lay as forgotten as I
© Lisa Hilbers
1/11/2006
Take care,
Sherry
you will never be forgotten, just as you have made a mark on us here at the authours den soon too will you make one on the public literary scene and so become immortal.
Felix
Love Tinka
Is writing worth it? Definately. Will it make us rich? Probably not...but the reader who reads your words and feels them resonate within their soul is indeed blessed. I know you've blessed me...a powerfully compelling, heart-touching write. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Thank you,
Tyrone
Birgit and Roger
matter- Not on your heart; Nor mine-
They'll disappear one page at a time-
and lay as forgotten as I"
Powerful Lisa we all feel like were dry of spiritual words and worth but never a word written nor spoken is ever lost that it doesnt reach the willing ear. Wonderful muse.
God bless,
Sandoe.
This is a compelling and entrancing poem , rich in honesty and humility
Filled with hard edged raw emotion, this has to be one of your best ever compositions !
Definitely a keeper !
Peter