Prose - What Will You Do With Me?

The clouds had their fun
Laughing, they move merrily away
Quietly the stars have drifted
Orion asks, “Did you think I would stay?"
The sky floats silently on
Or is it me who has moved?
Where do I now stand?
The riddle remains unsolved
Another night begins anew
Orion, my old friend is back
Yet it is he who stands still
Revealing the insight that I lack
Everything is relative
Measured by another's progress
I have no power in this world
Growth an illusion as I regress
The sky has moved
And I can’t stop it
All I can do is ponder
My mind remains unlit
Yet it has come to this
I can only offer love without promise
Feeling without a future
No support for your pride
Only an embrace while you suffer
A star to see but not posses
Gone by day, with you at night
Unless a cloud drifts between us
Quietly turning out the light
Would it be enough?
When you see the oasis of passion
Where others appear to drink
While you await your companion
You begin to quench your thirst
Then the fickle water turns to dust
Leaving your heart unfulfilled
But satisfying your lust
The dissatisfaction of living for today
The need for permanence
Bring the clouds of discontentment
You need further assurance
Let it rain, let it rain
Will it wash away your needs?
I stand alone waving at our memories
Not knowing where tomorrow leads
There is nothing that I deserve
There is nothing I can ask for
I can only provide a moment
Will it be as good as before?
Only you can say
Because I can close my eyes
But will you be happy with a moment
Or believe you live with lies?

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CheyenneAutumn 5 years ago

I like this. A piece I will visit again and again, much like the stars. A very good piece Poet. Alone by choice or fate, who is to say. Perhaps Orion will guide you before the light of day.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Cheyenne - thank you AGAIN! The sky, clouds and stars are described as I saw them over the course of several nights standing alone thinking about it all.... alone by choice is the answer because I cannot give what a true lover and companion would deserve. So I sit and wonder why the hell I am the way I am and why I am in my predicament... it will all work out....


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Elefanza 5 years ago from Somewhere in My Brain

Very beautifully written! It's always hard to explain what a poem was like. It made me think of the ending of The Count of Monte Cristo and it made me think of a certain poem by Pablo Neruda. And I realize that what those all had in common was that sense of losing joy in the fleeting moment even as they finally manage to momentarily step outside of time to realize the foolishness of hanging it all by a moment. And there's prob. a more concise way to say this, but I really wanted to go more beyond the customary -- this is awesome -- because it's just that kind of poem. Good work!


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Elefanza - I like it when people comment beyond the customary. I always hopemy work stimulates thought and discussion. I'm not familiar with Neruda but just his name sounds legitimate! It's tough to know how much to give someone when you know inside you have a limit. you dohn't want to be accused of leading someone on so you hold back then you get questionned... relationships are never simple are they? Everyone wants to know about tomorrow....


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perfectperception 5 years ago from USA

Beautiful! Simply beautiful


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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

Living in the moment, many do. This was both touching and sad. Thank you.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@perfectperception - thank you!

@always - thank you...

This one is basically saying "I love you but I have my own life and it's beyond my control..." not the most romantic thing in the world...


Marina Lester 5 years ago

This... I can't find the words honestly, but I feel an uncertain couple. She wants forever while he is afraid to disappoint... that's what I took out of this, he wants love and to genuinely please more than what is perhaps just 'lust'. He doesn't know what to do with what he is, a moment. This poem made me feel for them both, wanting to be together but perhaps unable to be 'tomorrow'. You had some really good lines through this, love the image of passions oasis, drinking from its pools, your analogies are splendid! Anyway, that's what I took out of it, the title is perfect "What Will You Do With Me?" Rather intense piece and I'm voting it up for sure! :)


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Marina - boy you're scary! Ha! Was it that obvious? Yeah... he's caught between lust and love... companionship and commitment... better walk on by this dude..... thank you for the vote... and you found the words....


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Edoka Writes 5 years ago

Interesting. I love the word play.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Edoka - thank you for commenting!


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LaurieDawn 5 years ago

Isn't it amazing what we see when we look up at the stars. So many are the same that we all see, but then we interpret what we want, just like life. But then one day we may cross one that sees the same as we do, or we may find one that can understand our own definitions.

Wonderful prose Poet. You always make me think with your words.

Blessings and hugs,

Laurie


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@LaurieDawn - I just realized I hadn't responded to you. Thank you for your comment. Yes the night sky is full of inspiration and there is plenty of it to go around.

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