It's like closing your eyes
And spinning,
And at the moment
Precisely when you open your eyes,
You're lost.
No way home.
Because you've lost it.
The path seems
Like an obstruction, itself.
Asking for directions,
People's words
Are like a whole new language.
It's difficult to find way,
It's a crowded place,
With people,
The kind that wants you elsewhere.
Their desires are marked
When they see you leave,
To never return
And leave the place for good.
And spinning,
And at the moment
Precisely when you open your eyes,
You're lost.
No way home.
Because you've lost it.
The path seems
Like an obstruction, itself.
Asking for directions,
People's words
Are like a whole new language.
It's difficult to find way,
It's a crowded place,
With people,
The kind that wants you elsewhere.
Their desires are marked
When they see you leave,
To never return
And leave the place for good.
-Erick Flores
I originally wrote this poem exactly two years ago (10/27/2009). It always reminds me of the times when we sometimes wander aimlessly as a result of other people affecting our decisions. Of course, there are other messages that I am sure will speak to you. Feel free to share your experiences. Thank you for reading!
Erick,
ReplyDeleteHow did you do this piece? I have had this subject matter in my mind for weeks now and you said it quite eloquently and to the point. I really have enjoyed reading you and hope you will continue to write. Always go with love in your heart and you won't go wrong. Wonderful poem.
Mr. Evans,
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting that you ask that question. Sometimes I read a poem I wrote, and I feel like it has so much to offer. To be honest with you, I write my poems when my heart desires to write them. I never force them out. As I write, the words flow, like plucking a string on a bass, the sound is consistent. Consistency is key. I always sit alone, and ponder the possibilities. My mood also contributes. Sometimes listening to music helps with many inspirations. Thank you for asking. Yes, love is always important. Even when we feel like we should be feeling hate, we should embrace love. Jesus tells us that we should also love our enemies as we love our friends. Blessings to you and your family!
Erick Flores
love your descriptions,
ReplyDeletehandsome poetry.
Hello @The Orange Tree,
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog and commenting. Greatly appreciate it!
hard to get stuck in the middle,
ReplyDeleteamazing drama.
well penned.
@The Cello Strings,
ReplyDeletethank you for that comment! Means a lot!
Erick Flores
getting lost in the crowd and could not find what you look for are difficult.
ReplyDeleteyou have captured the sentiments vividly and magically.
Thrilled to see you join JP poetry picnic.
have fun exploring and reading.
:)
Hello @morning,
ReplyDeletethank you for taking the time to comment! It means a lot. Thank you for the support!
Erick Flores
I can certainly relate to this piece, Erick. I often find my self someplace I really don't want to be, wondering how I got there. Nice write!
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@Marbles in my pocket, thank you for visiting my poetry blog. I am glad to hear that you can relate!
ReplyDeleteErick Flores
Erick, I can relate to this one,too...although I have found as I have gotten older the crowd thins out.
ReplyDeleteHello Charlie,
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine it does. Thank you for sharing!
Erick Flores