At the point of diminished returns
Is where I found myself this morning
Thunderstruck by the passing of years
Pulverization of time beneath the wheels
Of speeding hours, out of control
Never slowing or stopping, neglecting
To smell the roses or to take a piss
Something, somebody once gave me
Swings here and there from the rear-view
Ashtray spilling change I’ll never spend
Hanging ash from the non-filter, blue smoke
Patterns the thigh of my outdated cargo pants
But damn, they’re still comfortable, after all
And I’m no quitter, lungs filled, exhaled
Coffee cups emptied of their last, bitter
Cold swallows, tossed from a window
Cracked just enough to shove it through
Indifferent to the things I’ve left scattered
Along the way, self-absorbed with a self
Too selfish to recognize the lack of worth
I’ve drug behind me through these years
The radio screams within me, igniting
The nostalgia and angst I clung to, always
But it was then, and always has been, bullshit
White-knuckled, at the top of my lungs
Voice cracking as the tears give reminder
That I cannot go on like this forever
Seek and find self-love, just don’t ask me how…and when you do, write about that and teach me. 😉
So I wrote this comment without thinking. Just hurled it out because that was on the tip of my tongue.
Anyway… ❤️from 🇨🇦
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If I ever figure out a damn thing, I’ll be sure to let you know.
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This has a familiarity to it for me, like some other famous philosopher/poets I have read.
I like it
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Thanks, EC.
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Too selfish to recognize the lack of worth
I’ve drug behind me through these years
☝🏼👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you for reading!
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Another fabulous poem.
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Thank you.
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Oh yes. I like this very much! Excellent.
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Thank you very much.
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Wondrous poetry
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Thank you.
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You’re very welcome
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You got me smiling, ok, more a wry grin – sounds like a birthday morning when you’ve had a few and going on forever feels it’s catching up with you!
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It’s been a while since I’ve been there . . . But I’ve been there.
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Damn. How’d you get inside my head like that? I live most days lately thinking about ‘…diminishing returns..’. Great piece.
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Thank you.
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Amazing 👌
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Thanks.
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Oh, shoot. Cargo pants are outdated? Man. I guess I haven’t been paying attention.
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Great piece, River!
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Yeah, who knew? I’ve dressed the same way since I was twelve.
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Love this
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Thank you.
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It is part of being a deep thinker and observer of life. People like such are lack of selective emotions.
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True. Thank you for reading.
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Your last line tied it all together. Very nice.
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Thank you.
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I love the imagery.
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Thank you very much.
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Awesome read
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Thanks, I’ll check out your blog.
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The war within us… Excellent piece by the way.
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Thank you, Monica.
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What a mad ride! Love this.
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Thank you!
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There’s so much depth on this poem. I also found it very visual. Nice work
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Thank you very much!
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Well written! I too love my outdate cargo pants, well in my case, cargo shorts. They are comfortable. It’s always nice, when I don’t feel like I need to impress anyone, when I can just be relaxed. Hang in there River! Faith and Love are powerful things.
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I’m wearing cargo shorts right now. Wool socks and a flannel. It doesn’t get any better than that.
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i love it… that bit about “pulverization of time under the wheels” – just great 👍
btw, you should send your poems to international competitions. don’t know how it works, but it might give your poems more exposure
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Thanks, Ray. I’ll admit, I’m not much for competitions, but it’s not a bad idea.
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why not, if it would give some exposure…
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Last time I exposed myself I got in a lot of trouble.
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Lol well, possible too :)) 😛
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