There Is No Poetry Without You

There is no poetry without you  


Softly flows the sunset colors
painted on tired skies with fire
Igniting a wafting cloud in orchid tints,
the fresh scent of pine lingering within its escape

Drowsy horizons boast their claim
along seaside waverings in salted mist
Romance swims on shorelines engulfed
with all of the pageantry a white cap stanza can bring

And I whistle as I walk along,
taking in this wonder that has followed me home
Resting on a porch swing, feet off the ground
as morning glories sleep beyond white painted balustrades

Satin fingers intertwine with mine,
milk pudding lips bring their flavor to me
Luscious frosting in a whipped frenzy
coating my mouth in sugary mass

I point to the sky, the stars they beckon,
heart shaped constellations for two
Twinkling in your twilight eyes
as I reach for my pen and pad

Only to realize that this indeed is my imagination,
lounging on a worn out sofa, tattered cushions,
empty beer cans acting like so many ashtrays
leaving wet rings on a table, but who cares

There was a time when poetry flowed 
from these nicotine stained fingers
in paisley emotions and violet scentings
climbing the arbor of love

But since you left, 
leaving behind the shadows which claim my eyes
my ink is dry and my paper tossed, tiny balls in random patterns
on a floor that begs carpeting, but only bares soiled footprints

As I struggle to my feet, to the front window
desperately waiting for the grass to grow and butterflies… 
I stab the wooden sill with my pen, I need it no more, for…
there is no poetry without you…and never will be again



The reason I feel this poem is trophy worthy is it is exactly how I was feeling at the time I wrote it, it came from a very deep place in my heart. It covers the wonderful happiness I felt and the sad loneliness that came afterward which for a time did take the pen out of my hands.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017



Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 1/17/2017 12:50:00 AM
The first lines so dreamy,the last lines so sad..but indeed love and life are like that..Nothing lasts forever so it seems,and if it does manytimes those sweet honeymoon feelings still change along the way.Poetry can indeed seem useless when we feel alone ..but poetry is a way of expressing our hidden emotions many times so it always have a purpose.Keep grabbing that pen. This poem tucked to my heart because its raw and real A fave
Login to Reply
Green Avatar
Chris Green
Date: 1/17/2017 8:13:00 AM
Thank you so much Charmaine. Poetry, at least for me, is normally based on emotions, good or bad. Sometimes it is good to write them out, sometimes you just don't feel like doing anything. Thank you for your kind words my sweet friend.
Date: 1/17/2017 12:50:00 AM
That is what happens when your love leaves. Nothing rhymes anymore, your ink dries, your pen withers, your hands cramp, your mouth is glued shut, you forget your words, your head is filled with saw dust...
Login to Reply
Green Avatar
Chris Green
Date: 1/17/2017 8:11:00 AM
I think you have covered it nicely my friend. Thanks so much for stopping by.
Date: 1/16/2017 5:51:00 PM
So lovely, Chris! "Satin fingers" "tiny balls in random patterns"
Login to Reply
Green Avatar
Chris Green
Date: 1/17/2017 8:11:00 AM
Thank you so very much Kim.
Date: 1/16/2017 4:55:00 PM
Dark or light, your poetry is always brilliant! You have such a unique way with words my friend!
Login to Reply
Green Avatar
Chris Green
Date: 1/16/2017 5:42:00 PM
Thanks so very much my friend.
Date: 1/16/2017 4:31:00 PM
The title attracted me to come and visit, Chris. Wow!! an amazing write , your painting glows with every stroke of your pen.
Login to Reply
Green Avatar
Chris Green
Date: 1/16/2017 4:47:00 PM
Thank you Eve, your kindness makes me smile.
Date: 1/16/2017 4:18:00 PM
When your love, your muse leaves, it is hard to find the inner want to speak. Glad you found a way to overcome it.
Login to Reply
Green Avatar
Chris Green
Date: 1/16/2017 4:29:00 PM
Thanks Tim, it is hard because it all seems like it doesn't matter, it has no meaning. I appreciate you my friend.
Date: 1/16/2017 4:08:00 PM
WoW! Chris, I really enjoyed this heartfelt write. I could feel the angst and torment one feels after losing someone they love (their muse). When a person loses the one they love don't nothing make sense nor flows , not even poetry. You expressed that feeling very well in this well written write. A without a doubt seven:-) Alexis
Login to Reply
Green Avatar
Chris Green
Date: 1/16/2017 4:28:00 PM
Thank you Alexis for always leaving comments that make me smile, I am so thrilled you liked this dark one.
Date: 1/16/2017 4:03:00 PM
Wow. This poem did not end as I thought it would. A beautiful poem of love and loss and how poetry comes from a poet's heart and soul. Exquisite poem, Chris.
Login to Reply
Green Avatar
Chris Green
Date: 1/16/2017 4:27:00 PM
Thanks so very much my friend. I just thought I'd go dark a bit.
Get a Premium Membership
Get more exposure for your poetry and more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Hide Ad