Clutter Land

Jerry Reynolds

 

Roaming about Loves clutter-land
filled with good starts and bad endings.
Haunted by ghosts frozen in the echoes
of my memories.
Loves truth softly whispers its warning.
“The shape of could have been is stronger
than the contour of what is.”

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Comments10

  • dusk arising

    Oh so true Jerry you sage of wisdom. Having experienced too many car crash romances i'm now happily a onsome.

  • orchidee

    Good write Jerry.

  • AuburnScribbler

    A great write here Jerry, though you chose love as the subject, this can be about anything, and the clear message I take from this is, it's how many times you get up, rather than how many times you get knocked down.

    Bravo, and I hope that all is well!

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Thanks, A.S.
      All is well thanks for asking.

    • SureshG

      This is how words should be strewn together to expose the raw emotion. I am only a student in making.

    • Saxon Crow

      Brilliant Jerry. So very well put, poet. Faved

    • Fay Slimm.

      Agree wholeheartedly Jerry that love can turn somersaults without any warning. Well done with his poetic reminder.

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Thanks, Fay.
        It is very unpredictable.

      • Neville


        ... sage words indeed ...
        sage is also known as the healer ...

        • Jerry Reynolds

          Thanks, Neville.
          Every dish needs some sage.

        • Neville


          ... thoroughly enjoyed sir .. and from one end to the very other ...

          Neville

        • Goldfinch60

          Good words Jerry and so true in many people.

          Andy

        • L. B. Mek

          so true!
          possibility, will ever outshine reality
          that's how fear operates
          with such devastating accuracy,
          here we are
          eating, drinking, sharing: existing
          yet we spend all our time
          expectantly fearing
          that inevitability, of our ending..
          'Instead, let us: heed
          love's whispered warnings
          gather, all our wasteful clutter
          and melt - past, those frozen memories
          to curate our contour
          lands, of opportunistic possibility
          and cherish, what time we've been gifted
          to roam and love, meaningfully - freely'
          (what can I say jerry
          time n again, your brilliant poetry
          just continues to inspire me
          thank you, so very much
          my friend)



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