Cue to Make a Return

AuburnScribbler

Strands of a rope, can untie,

thus, the strength of a cord can die,

then a smile, can indeed decay,

to make up a frustrating day,

 

where instead, of counting blessings,

I open the cabinet, full of dressings,

either it be whiskey, that numbs the mind,

or plasters, to cover a scene unkind,

 

then in a haze, I wander with the fumes,

delving deeper, into my lovesick blues,

where everything I hear, is a memento,

of a now lost, triumphant crescendo,

 

a minute’s long glance, feels like hours,

as my sorrow ignores, outdoor showers,

but then my mind, shouts at my feet,

“it’s time to get off this miserable street!”

 

I get back inside, to fix blurred vision,

remake that rope, with better decision,

to build the blocks, of much nicer plans,

comprised of much stronger strands,

 

of course, my pain won’t be forgotten,

for a full life lived, is both sweet and rotten,

but for now, I choose to shine, not burn,

for this is my cue, to make a return.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 11th, 2023 10:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: Recently some sad news occurred in my life, my breaking up with an originals band, due to creative differences. We we're doing so well, but with a shift of work pace, and a questionable erratic change in vibe, consisted of over-concentrated stubbornness, micro-management, and micro-judgment, for our mental health's sake, it had to end. Though I have other projects on, this one had a big place in my heart, but onwards and upwards. So, with this in mind, I thought I would write this one, about finding your feet again, to get back on the band wagon, and to encourage that everyone's happiness, in general is paramount. The accompanying banner picture I thought apt, as the girl featured within it, is having a deep breath in, perhaps breathing some fresh air, after such a disappointing phase in her life, so she can rebuild, and become the person she wishes to be. I hope that you enjoy and take something form this poem, especially if you are trying to reclaim some sense of direction, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 10
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Introverted Sage.
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Comments2

  • Teddy.15

    I say to hell with the past and say hello to the new. My sympathies for the band but it wouldn't be a true band without a bit of drama people grow people go! This is fab and I particularly absolutely love the last stanza. 💖

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem Teddy.15, it's very much appreciated.

      I will endeavour to use your very emphatic comment, to try to remember, that there is a continuous nature when it comes to life. The memories of the past are still part of me, but can be banked, if I want to be nostalgic at times.

      Very true, a little tension in a band can be a good thing, but in our case, towards the end, it was like a relentless tug of war.

      I'm glad that you enjoyed the poem, thank you for kind words, and I hope that all is well.

    • Parisab

      ‘For a life full lived, is both sweet and rotten’ untying the grasp of the ego through acceptance of nothing is being all good or bad-sounds so personal and universal: thanks for the good write! Immaculate!

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Parisab, and for your beautifully worded comment, you are very welcome for the poem, and I'm glad that you enjoyed reading.

        I hope that all is well.



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