Excuses

Chrislyn Barnhill 1983 (Oklahoma)



Excuses

Excuse me while I find myself. Excuse me while I place
My burning heart and emotions aside
And pull myself up out of this burning pit-
Somewhat alive. Excuse me while I grieve
For unspoken greed
And fears
And thoughts of need-
Less unfortunate heated arguing
While my own
Less misfortunate starving artists are hardening. Excuse me while I try and breath
Through the polluted molecules we call air. Excuse me if I may seem distant; I thought we might someday become a pair-
A pair of ghosts
Floating around a boat
Or maybe a flutter in a coat
We seem to be afloat/ing
On a wild goose chase of dreams. Excuse me sir, you dropped your coat. I picked it up
Your thoughts were blowing by
On the breeze. Like the driftwood
Being brought to the sea/shore
I once entertained the thoughts of he and she being you and me. It led me to be brought-
Down from my own
Thoughtless storm cloud of restless dreams. Excuse me, sir? When will you be available
To come out and play? For doesn't the child within us both
Want to still have childlike themes?
I won't grow old
I won't be deceived
I'm going to live my life
Among the free. Freedom knocks upon our doors. Unlock the chains
We shan't but reign
Rain; the beauty before the brains?


CB 05/02/2022

About this poem

It is a poem about lovers who are basically forced to grow up before they should and have split ways as a remedy.

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Written on May 02, 2022

Submitted by christopherbarnhill.cb on May 03, 2022

Modified by christopherbarnhill.cb on May 03, 2022

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Scheme ABCDEFEGHIJKLLGMNOPQHRSTUVWXYX
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,260
Words 249
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 30

Chrislyn Barnhill

I am a mother of two, a a bartender and a server and a poet. I attended Des Moines Area Community College and The University of Arkansas at Batesville in Batesville Arkansas. Writing has and will always be a passion of mine. Thanks for reading? more…

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