John Lyday

Rookie (Chicago, Ilinois)

Resemblance - Poem by John Lyday

I listen to the gurgle of my coffee maker,
knowing that my morning will soon end.
Daylight is temptation to stop sleeping.
Night and day soon begin to blend.

Time is the fiend that must be conquered,
Loneliness beckons me to stall.
A woman such as you would never answer.
If liquor gave me courage to make the call.

I test the very limits of endurance,
and deny to all that’s holy that I weep.
The man I was is now but a resemblance.
Rejection hurt me hard and hit me deep.

If pity now from you could observe me,
winnow you away from that other guy,
then perhaps your compassion would receive me.
Excuse me if your memory makes me sigh.

06/07/09


Comments about Resemblance by John Lyday

  • Rookie LOVEFOOL Aka (6/21/2009 5:05:00 AM)

    Wow, no I mean WOW this is a very good write, deep and emotional 10+++ (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 5 Points Duh Huh (6/20/2009 10:16:00 PM)

    Wow John, you dug in deep with this one and it works. Its touching and i love it all though this is my favorite :)

    I test the very limits of endurance,
    and deny to all that’s holy that I weep.
    The man I was is now but a resemblance.
    Rejection hurt me hard and hit me deep.

    Artfully expressed. Thank you for sharing your talent. A def 10++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 105 Points Linda Ori (6/19/2009 1:34:00 AM)

    How sad that rejection has the power to pull the rug out from under our self-confidence. But to think that pity would lead to compassion, is even worse. This is definitely a depressing read, John. I suspect most of us have been there at least once, maybe more than once. You nailed it!

    Linda : -) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ridge Cahill (6/8/2009 4:09:00 AM)

    I read this on the forum and liked it very much. There is something sullen (and desperate) about this piece that many will find a connection with – the fact that it has balance and is very well written makes it a pleasure to read in spite of the sullenness (if that makes any sense) . Well done, I enjoyed it thoroughly. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 7, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, June 8, 2009


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