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SEEMS HE'S CLUTCHING AT STRAWS

To now support his plastic cause
he complains about paper straws.
The paper ones we chuck away.
Plastic ones use day after day.
Holding the straw between our lips
we take our drink in little sips,
much healthier than gulp gulp gulp.
But paper soon turns back to pulp.
Those paper straws that we still see
were all made from a chopped down tree.
We

Categories: clutching, humor,
Form: Rhyme

In the labyrinth of memories, I wander, shadows clutching at my soul

In the labyrinth of memories, I wander, shadows clutching at my soul,
A box full of darkness, received in a moment of love, weighs heavy, inexorable.
The years have passed like silent rivers, pouring into the abyss of time,
And only now do I understand the subtle gift, hidden in the poetry of sadness.
Once, with trembling hands, I

Categories: clutching, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

Clutching At Straws

Clutching at Straws

I clutched a straw
albeit
one for me
that is
quite more
than enough
for I be just
one

It skews
in my hand
caused by the
grasp of it
hope its
release beckons
a recall of
its former 
self

Alas,
not nearly as 
close but 
far worse
for where it 
bends was a 
tear

So now
I'd be ready
this rarest
thing that I do
as I gingerly
grasped more
then all of the
straws

Clutching
them unbeknownst
to me hails

Categories: clutching, confidence, courage, imagery,
Form: Narrative

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Clutching At Straws

A loving father once said of his now deceased son, "I shall go to him,

Categories: clutching, analogy, bible, break up,
Form: Rhyme

Clutching At Straws

in the twilight hours
when all is deathly quiet
i lay awake
clutching at straws 

i watch over you
with all the vigilance
i can muster
holding my breath as if

as if i might protect you
as if i could fight off the ravages
of time and the venom inside you
the cancer that eats away at you

i refuse to close my eyes
so not

Categories: clutching, angst, anxiety, caregiving, death,
Form: Free verse

Our Little Daughter

They know she disappeared from the play ground,
her jumper was found on merry go round,
Dad looked everywhere in the park he could, 
every day remote hope, return she would,
ten years since that sad day, their eyes still search,
In crowds amongst strangers in malls and church,
A face would someday approach with a smile,
by instinct would know

Categories: clutching, children, emotions, family, lost,
Form: Rhyme

Life Is Clutching At Straws

Life is clutching at straws,

Categories: clutching, childhood, family, friend, jobs,
Form: Free verse

Clutching Shooting Stars

I wanted to believe you  
when you said there was no such thing as Hell.
I wanted to believe you when you 
said that pain was just an illusion
and that I could find eternity in the 
the eyes of a cloudless sky;
You always said that those slowly
fading blots of light were souls 
passing on to

Categories: clutching, depression, faith, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse

Clutching At Straws

Deprived of love and hope 
She finds it hard to cope 
Yearning to fill her empty bowl 
To the devil she would sell her soul.

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Hosted by Silent One
Placed 2nd

Categories: clutching, self,
Form: Rhyme

Clutching At Ice Straws

Clutching at straws
That break
Metaphorically 
The camels back
The waysides chaplen says
Bring back heroin
We can't control 
Ice addicts

Categories: clutching, addiction, angst,
Form: Free verse

No Grabbing and Clutching

Let there be peace all over the land
Where folks of every nation join hands
But no naughty touching
No grabbing and clutching
Unless you get permission, then you can


© Jack Ellison 2015

Categories: clutching, crazy,
Form: Limerick

Clutching This Instance

If ever I had two hours with you… or three,
the vacancy of this night and lulled
shores would be refilled with the gushing
of frosted air on our reveries past;
the multitude of amiable stars bestowing
a hush of surrender... raged midnights ending
into fresh  mornings backed by our
theme song replayed.
Then, to recall the sevens and nines of time
cutting

Categories: clutching, absence, memory, time,
Form: Carpe Diem

'clutching To Life'

solitary tree with outstretched fingers
desiccated surroundings 
not giving up on life 


©070320122055

Categories: clutching, life, nature,
Form: Kimo