Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
sgholterPoems
Define a full life. I sleep four-five hours on Weeknights. In winter I work in darkness that Only breaks during mid-day; With snow blowing sideways, Finding its stubborn way between Garments to touch skin With a thousand needles. I have one deep scar for every Week of work. I've been more cold than warm, More exhausted than rested, I've been to death and back; have Photos of my own heart from Nearly unsuccessful surgery. But staying dead was not for me. With friends and interests like mine, Heaven held no grounds to hurry. There is too much music. Too much wisdom in old eyes, too Much beauty in brand new ones.   I wake up in a warm bed Beside a warm woman, Eat warm food daily. Both my Parents still live. My brother is My best friend. I meet challenge upon challenge Upon challenge. Some I win. But more important than anything: I laugh. I laugh and laugh Until my stomach can't move, And I smile to the skies With my face still wet from tears I wouldn't bother to hide From anyone, saying *Well played, up there. Love every scene; every joke; every Set. The soundtrack is impeccable.   Characters loveable. Give my best to the scriptwriters. They crack me up. Can't wait to see how it ends. Promise me a Sequel.* I'd do it all again. Define a full Life. Then live It.
0
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
The Scriptwriters
Define a full life. I sleep four-five hours on Weeknights. In winter I work in darkness that Only breaks during mid-day; With snow blowing sideways, Finding its stubborn way between Garments to touch skin With a thousand needles. I have one deep scar for every Week of work. I've been more cold than warm, More exhausted than rested, I've been to death and back; have Photos of my own heart from Nearly unsuccessful surgery. But staying dead was not for me. With friends and interests like mine, Heaven held no grounds to hurry. There is too much music. Too much wisdom in old eyes, too Much beauty in brand new ones.   I wake up in a warm bed Beside a warm woman, Eat warm food daily. Both my Parents still live. My brother is My best friend. I meet challenge upon challenge Upon challenge. Some I win. But more important than anything: I laugh. I laugh and laugh Until my stomach can't move, And I smile to the skies With my face still wet from tears I wouldn't bother to hide From anyone, saying *Well played, up there. Love every scene; every joke; every Set. The soundtrack is impeccable.   Characters loveable. Give my best to the scriptwriters. They crack me up. Can't wait to see how it ends. Promise me a Sequel.* I'd do it all again. Define a full Life. Then live It.
sgholter
Written by
sgholter
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem