Poet Tacito Poet Free verse

No Longer My Metaphor

To Whom It May Concern:

	There was a time when I had nothing. I was an empty soul. My self-esteem had even less meaning. The only times my heart would beat faster was when I felt the arms of my Mom & Dad. Maybe that was all I really needed. Maybe that was why I kept my excitement at bay when I would meet somebody new. They would look at me oddly, a stranger. A weirdo…my family never did that.

But, as my body became of darkness, light, & reality, I discovered love. I discovered friendship. I discovered pain & sadness. I discovered how to overcome. Today, I find my heart & soul feeling it all at once. Every heartbeat falls so deep it cannot be expressed under my usual dialect. It’s just plain English.

You, my desired metaphor, have chosen not to guide me. You walked away, silent. 

If I had a nickel…

I grow tired of these ill-defined friendships, these unsolved mysteries, you have gifted to me. You were supposed to be my sidekick. My path…

Yet, you’ve simply become a glorified acquaintance.

My smile will overcome what you’ve done to me. I will take these arms to the nighttime stars. 

Shutting my eyes to forget you…

With kind regards,

Unknown

©Drake J. Eszes

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Richard Lamoureux January 23, 2014 at 10:15 AM Hi Drake, you asked me to let you know when I had my book. Horray, I now have it in hand. A two year pregnancy and I have a bouncing baby book to show for it.

Richard Lamoureux September 29, 2013 at 12:08 PM I enjoyed reading this one again Drake. Poet Tacito September 29, 2013 at 8:53 PM I'm very happy you did, Richard. :) Thank you!!!

Sean L Sanders July 28, 2013 at 1:59 PM Wow, you just didn't to write like nobody it is amazing how you can speak so beautifully, excellent poetry by a excellent poet. Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 2:11 PM Hey Sean!!!! That's very kind of you. Thank you so much for that. =)

Carrie Richards July 28, 2013 at 1:34 PM You have touched a nerve in the shadows of the darkest place each poet holds dear. Pain and loneliness is companion to most poets I've met ...if we are lucky, we find that these "ill defined friendships" (as you so eloquently call them)......are fleeting birds on the wing......circling around us.....but never landing.....we can watch them, but hopefully not become lost in their shadows. You write from deep introspection as always...each poem a soul searching gem. Poet Tacito July 28, 2013 at 2:10 PM A tremendous comment, Carrie. I've met way too many like that in my life so far. You wonder if these "tests" from life are more just hindrances than anything else. There's a quote: "When you achieve a successful path of life, the devil will throw various 'distractions' to try and trip you up. Overcome this." I believe that's the core to this piece. You rock, Carrie! =D

Andrea Dietrich July 24, 2013 at 2:34 PM just finally saw the message to my comment below here. soupmail. Poet Tacito July 24, 2013 at 2:43 PM Ok! :)

The Situation July 23, 2013 at 2:08 PM same old story. Poet Tacito July 23, 2013 at 2:14 PM Hm...thanks? :)

Good Night July 20, 2013 at 6:05 AM very good drake u r a really good writer Poet Tacito July 20, 2013 at 7:35 AM Thanks very much!

Laura Breidenthal July 19, 2013 at 8:26 PM 'glorified acquaintance'....wow... hit me to the core. What a piece!! A truly honest, powerful piece. Always, Laura Poet Tacito July 20, 2013 at 2:01 AM Indeed, as it did me too. Thank you so very much, Laura!

Wilma Neels July 19, 2013 at 5:55 AM Such an honest to the core write.. one cant help but feel the emotion in this.. needless to say, I enjoyed having this for lunch today.. Hope your weekend ahead will be a great one *hugs* Wilma Poet Tacito July 19, 2013 at 7:15 AM Hey, Wilma!!!!! =D Thank you kindly! I hope this filled you up good. Have an awesome weekend!!!

Debbie Duncan July 18, 2013 at 11:40 PM Oh, this is a very nice write Drake " take these arms to the nighttime stars. " ;} Poet Tacito July 19, 2013 at 5:29 AM That seems to be the favorite with most people who commented on this. Thank you so much, Debbie. :)

Heather Ober July 17, 2013 at 2:49 PM Gosh, Drake. This one is so eloquent. You know, taking a mini leave of absence from the Soup is good in some ways - It means I get to read two or three of your poems at once. It's like Christmas morning! haha ;) Poet Tacito July 17, 2013 at 3:00 PM LOL!!!!! I'm so touched by your words. I've got permagrin right now. Merry X-mas in July! =D

Donna Jones July 16, 2013 at 7:43 AM Drake..this as everyone else has said is a very touching write..only people who have felt this pain can feel the pit of the stomach churning..time brings out the truest of friends and relationships..the rest well...better done with anyway...they will show up again under false pretense in my experience...awesome strength in your writing Poet Tacito July 16, 2013 at 7:52 AM Yes, precisely. Remove the clutter. Keep your heart & mind clear. Thanks very, very much, Donna! =)

Nette Onclaud July 15, 2013 at 9:05 AM okay, time's up..please pass your paper, lol.. hi, drake!..:) huggs Poet Tacito July 15, 2013 at 9:15 AM HAHAHHAHA! Just a little more time...it'll be worth the wait. Promise. ;-) HUGE HUG!

Richard Lamoureux July 15, 2013 at 9:00 AM Hey Drake looked it up and ordered. I also posted a review. I know I havn't read the book yet but I have read enough of your work to make comment. I hope to have my book out this year, the editing process is painful. Richard Lamoureux July 15, 2013 at 11:43 AM I will let you know. If you ever come to Kelowna BC you can sign it. Poet Tacito July 15, 2013 at 9:15 AM You did?! Richard...thank you...my goodness. I am just beside myself. You're very awesome to do that. I'm so grateful. Keep me in the loop on your book, please.

Nette Onclaud July 14, 2013 at 10:43 AM it's sunday and you can rest, drake...see you tomorrow, maybe with something i can relish?.. :) huggs Poet Tacito July 14, 2013 at 10:49 AM Perhaps...perhaps. ;-)

Richard Lamoureux July 14, 2013 at 7:01 AM I am the one who is grateful, you really leave it all out there. Have you published a book? You have a singular talent and your work is like no other. Poet Tacito July 14, 2013 at 8:17 AM =) Your words are way, WAY too kind. I actually do have a book out that I self-published a few years ago. I'd post a link here, but it'd be sloppy. lol So, go to Amazon and search for "As I Stand".

Eileen Manassian July 13, 2013 at 9:13 PM Drake....how profound, deep, and heartfelt. This touched me.....with pain. I don't know how much of it is born out of what life has done and how much is fiction. Only you know that, but....lovely write in a haunting and sad way. Soup Mail, my friend. Poet Tacito July 14, 2013 at 12:58 AM :) Little bit of both, but nothing current, thankfully. :) Just a good reflection in it all. Thank you & I'll check my Soup Mail.

Bl Devnath July 13, 2013 at 9:07 AM A picture of sad metaphor worded from beautiful imagination and depicted the feelings when one's heart is broken by loved one. Nicely done. Loved always, bl Poet Tacito July 13, 2013 at 9:16 AM Yes, essentially. :) Thanks so much, BL! Great to see you back here!

Richard Lamoureux July 13, 2013 at 6:46 AM I love the honesty of this piece and feel the accompanying heartbreak. I have been here and can relate. This is very different than your regular style but no less effective. You have an eloquent soul worthy of the perfect metophor. Poet Tacito July 13, 2013 at 7:58 AM My good man, Richard! I'm super happy with your words & thoughts on this. You're an awesome poet to know! I am very grateful. Thanks so much! =D

Kim Van Breda July 13, 2013 at 5:24 AM Hi Drake-- had to read this twice through to get the underlying theme-- the ultimate metaphor. You have once again touched my introspective thoughts with your excellent write.. beautiful line in; "I will take these arms to the nighttime stars"-- it speaks volumes. Thanks for your going encouragement. Poet Tacito July 13, 2013 at 7:54 AM You absolutely got it. Yes. The metaphor, itself, was the whole damn piece. It was hard for me to do that, solely because of the goal here. That line you like seems to be the majority's favorite. I'm entirely ok with that. =D I'll always be a supporter of your work! I am deeply grateful for you being one of mine! Thanks so much, Kim!

Michael Dom July 12, 2013 at 8:38 PM Hi Drake, your title captured my attention. I like this line, 'You, my desired metaphor, have chosen not to guide me. You walked away, silent. If I had a nickel…' that almost says it all. This was a wonderful piece to find. Poet Tacito July 12, 2013 at 9:57 PM Hi Michael! Very awesome that you found your way here. I do appreciate it very much! :)

Suzanne Delaney July 12, 2013 at 6:32 PM I will take these arms to the nighttime stars. What a beautiful line. Loved reading this in spite of the sad note you have overcome with you insight and charm.....the glorified acquaintance is the loser here...believe me. SuZ Poet Tacito July 12, 2013 at 7:36 PM LOL! Yes, indeed. :) Very well said, Suz! Thank you so very much for your thoughts on this. I'm grateful for it!

Cherie Thomas July 12, 2013 at 6:20 PM This is so deep alot of emotions poured into this piece...beautifully written and many can relate..ty4sharing cheriex Poet Tacito July 12, 2013 at 7:35 PM Yes, that was the plan. =D Thank you so very much, Cherie!

Sara Kendrick July 12, 2013 at 3:40 PM Parents love and warmth is the greatest of gentle love..Enjoyed reading your very creative and unique work..Thanks for the visit to my work..Sara Poet Tacito July 12, 2013 at 4:22 PM Agreed! :) Thanks so much, Sara!

Nette Onclaud July 12, 2013 at 1:35 PM a whiplash of images both soft and torn, drake... haunting me so; endearingly a superb work!..:) huggs Poet Tacito July 12, 2013 at 1:48 PM And I posted this just a day after my Haiku! ;-) So, no more new poems........for 2 days. =P Thank you so much, Nette! =)

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