~After Working Man’s Dead
With dirty looks,
wheels caked by guts
of hand-felled fields,
I looked on
as you looked away,
goodbye in your eyes,
but your body screamed
don’t let go.
Wagon rolled;
sun-baked foreheads,
brown loaves,
an uncertain crop,
brittle and frail.
On and off rains
turned us mushy
and stale.
Happiness is a hard time;
it’s boring loving you.
Nothing looks wrong
but tomorrow’s untrue.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
This is powerful, K!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you, Worms. I realized what this was about only after I penned it. Funny how it works that way sometimes.
LikeLiked by 1 person
There is certainly nothing true about tomorrow, and love is definitely hard. I love the feelings this write evoked within me. A mixture of angst, frustration, and, well, clarity. Lovely poem, K. 💜
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you, Jeff. It’s written about the past so perhaps that’s why I can now have clarity about it all. I appreciate you reading it and leaving me this kind feedback. 💜
LikeLiked by 2 people
You’re welcome, K. Ah, I completely understand. Clarity does come with time. It’s always my pleasure. 💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re most gutsy
and visceral poem
reminded me
I’d much rather be
driving that train
with Casey Jones
and Jerry Garcia
if you know
what I mean 😎
LikeLiked by 2 people
Why thank you, David. I get your drift.m, and I’ll save you a seat on the freight train.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Very stark and powerful imagery you paint here. ❤ Beautifully penned! 👏
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Tom.
It has a sort of wagon wheel move west feel to me, and for that reason I like it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Definitely got that Old West frontier town feel to it – you sprinkle some great descriptions here 🙂 ❤
LikeLike
Wow. You just made some magic over here, this song was in my head all day, (I’m an old deadhead) just perfect. Thank you. ♥
LikeLiked by 1 person
I can’t believe I missed this magical moment last summer. Oh man, cheers to V. day, dear friend, and two more synchronicity in the future. 💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on Yard Sale of Thoughts and commented:
Let’s reblog the love. Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ll be lifting some of my favorites today as we share in the love of the past and present.
LikeLike