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My Uncanny Utopia

Spinning like a wagon wheel in the dust
Swinging like a kid on a park swing…these wild days…
Beginning to lose touch, turning to rust
Like an old bicycle, left in the rain in its watery rays…

Reaching out to you in the darkest times of day
I’m ready to move on and say what I need to say
Speaking with slight softness in my trembling voice…
I will not be silent right now and that is my final choice 

Shine on me, you mesmerizing moonlight 
Look out for me, endless stars at midnight
The riveting waters below won’t ever drown my wish to fly…
The forest floors rest on my two feet – still left with no reply!

It seems that never-ending sorrow doesn’t leave
There’s always another tomorrow, so don’t grieve 
Don’t let uncertainty and worry sink in too deep in your mind
Instead, have a heart to realize that you are an exceptional kind 

There’s always a chance to change for the greater better
So, pull up the sleeves of my sweater and be a go-getter 
Let the time of our lives begin to unwind in every waking moment again and again 
Do you remember the times we splashed in the mud like carefree children? 

Swaying back and forth like the branches of weeping willow trees   
Singing like a lark in the murky woods, so misunderstood and uncanny in other peoples’ eyes…
Beginning to lose grip of reality, realizing that I’m finally at ease 
I’m like a dreamlike dragonfly, exceedingly airborne through the pasture of precious paradise   

Forever reaching out to you in the brightest times of night
I’m ready to go forward and listen to you so intently 
I am in need of the nourishment of the Holy Spirit alright 
I will not be discouraged by the feelings of triviality

Let the clouds in the sky depart for the arrival of tranquil miracles
I wait on Christ’s return to bring me back to life in its superb entirety 
The universe of utopia above will grant you endurable testimonials
The ambitious atmosphere percolates our inner souls, stirring with vitality

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John Herlihy

Date: 2/6/2017 5:54:00 AM

Love the opening images, wagon wheel, park swing, old bicycle. . . Then several stanzas later, you take on the moon and stars, very bold . . . The images go on into a virtual cornucopia. . . The rhythms are hard-driving, the meaning intense. This is a fine poem, full of control and discipline. JH

J.W. Earnings
Date: 2/6/2017 6:07:00 AM

So awesome this comment is to me. :) I appreciate it so much. How you described this poem is substantially immense and brilliant. :) I had more control and discipline on this one actually and made it waaay more concise. I have made a difference in writing, I've been seeing that within myself. Thank you! -JWE