Old men sit in old bars
drinking old drinks, smoking old cigars;
Writers go crazy sitting and staring at empty pages,
both burn away their youth, on and on through the ages-
I once tried to write about life.
For a decade, or three.
A thousand pages, maybe more,
when I realized I'd been writing
with invisible ink.
So, I gave it all up,
understanding there will always be
so much more
that I can never know, or see.
More than I can ever imagine knowing or seeing.
Therefore, I have taken up dreaming:
late in the depths of night's dark
I wander through the universe,
gathering dusty-diamonds, glittering
across the galaxies;
I hold the sensual-stars
in the palm of my hand,
drink from the beautiful-bosom
of the Milky Way,
roll and frolic in the weightless wonder
of lunar-love...
and then around sunrise
the quirky cosmos rebuke me back,
back to my world, where I awaken,
returning to my lost and wordless pages-
These are the delicate demolitions of living,
destroying dreams and
slowly tearing each man apart,
until he is completely gone;
even his words burnt away,
ashes upon the wind,
scattered unto the ends of the earth,
for better or for worse-
At night silent-stars look down,
smile, and twinkle
upon the old men, with their
aging dreams,
who sit there rolling their old poems up
into cigars,
and smoke them heartily.
I hope you don't roll up your poems and smoke them Smoky, otherwise we wouldn't get to read them! ! Superb write.
I love the smoking of the poem-cigars. Engaging lines all through. Time to turn on the fans now. ;)
To get lost in the journey of a good poem is always a pleasure... I thoroughly enjoyed this journey...
I love this! When I have a bright white paper in front of me and can't think how to start writing, I will get out my dictionary, start reading anywhere and always happen on a good word which is my inspiration then. As always, your poems are wonderful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful stuff Smoky. Life is a dream. To die is to awaken. We can't possibly know it all. To dream is so much better.