Sorry, I didn't even take the time to notice that this is for posting poems... so... attempting to make up for one blunder, here's two more! First an old one, next a new(er) one.

“What Am I?”

I am a book of empty pages
turning slowly to the end,
and, as I’m read throughout the ages,
my weakened binding starts to bend.

I am a shattered piece of stone,
once a tablet of commandments,
my message long lost and unknown,
my words now broken into fragments.

I am a pen of drying ink,
scratching lines into a sheet,
unable to write what I think
and thus am always incomplete.

I am a mouth who’s lacking breath,
a role I can no longer bear,
being strangled near to death
with no words left to plead for air.

I am a tombstone, cold and dead,
like the corpse, grotesquely placid,
whose name can no longer be read,
long washed away by rains of acid.

I am a filthy pane of glass,
now so dull and so opaque
that I’ll allow no light to pass
until the day I simply break.




and... here's a newer one, although the topic actually found its way back to my oldest of old writings... haven't written about Evolution and Revolution for a long time. This time, it's...

"Evolution and Resolution"

Clearly life is not a game;
for many years I’ve known it wasn’t.
We might hope it stays the same
although inside we know it doesn’t.

Oft we wish that life would change
so that for once we could enjoy it.
Other times the world’s deranged
so much we wish we could destroy it.

Still the sea is churning out
an ever-changing evolution.
Even if we cease to sprout
it will not meet its resolution.

We are simply minor roles,
yet avatars of Nature’s Prison.
Then, when flesh departs the souls,
another life will have arisen.

Though a mark we all will leave,
not everyone’s will be regarded.
Still, the future we did weave,
and thus no life can be discarded.

Your poetry is second to none, your true capabilities are well hidden. I also recognise the name ..............

thank you very much.. indeed, I remember yours. A name like Rusty Broadspear is not soon forgotten!

Now there's the Jim Ciccolini I remember!!! THANKS!!!

Excellent!! Nothing's changed in terms of what a great poet you are, Jim!!

Come by often, and post as much as you like!

Alice

Wonderful poems, Jim, though the first one brought me to tears. It so acurately describess how I felt whenm years ago now, I was dealing with both depression and dissociative disease (a mild form of multiple personality disorder). Perhaps we're kindred spirits?
I look forward to more of your excellent poetry. Perhaps you should look through some of mine, especially Soul Pain, the Hidden Me, and Unexpressed Grief that I posted in the last 3 or 4 months.

Keep On and Keep Writing
Pam

Wow...
I just read those that you mentioned and was definitely amazed.. it's quite interesting.. I see such a familiarity in them--it's almost like reading my own work.. you touch a lot of concepts and feelings that I always find in my own writings... indeed, I enjoyed them very much. They were very intense and darkly eloquent. I like.