I sit here waiting for nothing to get done
It seems like a sermon of words with no sun
And cast light creates image on silver sea
With waves cresting and crafting taut melody
The key is fashioned to unlock quest's belief
And like Cinderella's slipper hunger's tease
As searching levy redolent of rut's tact
Has purpose this sinner tends now to redact
Have I lost the gist of solitude to time
Where sand overwhelms me and prayer is but line
And fathom not the wedge my creator sees
That no amount of shrugs will erase this scene
The passion of my youth knew that with travail
The mightiest of streams called for billowed sail
To follow each illusion where schemes could meet
Yet the guiding hand within rescued me
So why do clouds surround in this field of gray
Where temptations of each moment surely fade
It's like orchestration with a missing part
As the trees softly whisper guard your heart
So I wail on bended knee to touch the sky
Where silence greets the tears of rusted eye
And scorching flames that inflame such misery
Forgive forget gentle words in dawning's peace


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However, the first line is my fave.
Although this stanza is another favorite:
"Have I lost the gist of solitude to time
Where sand overwhelms me and prayer is but line
And fathom not the wedge my creator sees
That no amount of shrugs will erase this scene"
I could easily be in left field here... I like your writing, this one was a little obtuse for me.
I like the first verse as I can relate to feeling that way myself.
Blessings & best wishes - S.
Line 1: Everyday is the same routine.
Line 2: I'm tired of people telling me what things in my life I should change.
Line 3: I know I'm getting old.
Line 4: I realize I'm set in ways in lots of things that I do.
Line 5: I fully realize there are still opportunities for me to reach my dreams.
Line 6: Too many people flatter me to the point it's like a fairytale.
Line 7: This is like a sweet fragrance, but I'm doing nothing to cause change.
Line 8: I look at the past same promises and want to erase them from my memory.
Line 9: Has my power to create diminished?
Line 10: Has God never heard my prayers in my want to publish my creations?
Line 11: Am I somehow the cause that God turned His back on my dream?
Line 12: Although I say it's okay and I accept my fate, I really don't.
Now, I gave you some clues to work with. Of course the rest of the poem might pose a few difficulties unless you think abnormally like me.
Blessings my friend
Apryl~
Well I had the unique experience of reading your poem zipped, being called away and then finding that I could read the first 12 lines unzipped.
The first time I read it, I knew what you were saying I sensed that "has my power to create diminished?" and was about to comment and say to you loudly "No Bill it isn't...you're getting better with each posting" when I read your 12 line explanation.
Now here I can only speak for myself. In these 12 lines I saw MUCH more than line for line in your poem.
That's where I now....and I'm sorry to say this but I know that you dearly want critique...must tell you that I could not see all that in your poem. It's there but it's not what they call retrievable.
Your mind is so bright and you see so many powerful images that you're in danger of losing the mere reader.
Take your lines 9-12...for me, only line 12 matched your poem's lines in my humble reading...yet your poem. overall, really resonated within me.
I'm trying to be the friend that you've always been to me, Bill. You're a star.
Must I must say this is a little deep...but, oh, so meaningful...thanks much for sharing. In fact, if you are interested, I'd appreciate your sharing/posting with my group, Beliefs and Sexuality.
Z'