As YES is thought in panic as a junkie looks away
and a truck moves past the graveyard filled with hollow graves
we stand watching things unmoving at the banks before the sky
watching the clouds unravel memories which will never ever die
and as you make your way towards me, I raise a hand to greet
this ghost of times come and gone again
memory and burning heat.

With the soldiers all left fallen, beside me in my room
the TV’s glow is showing just more hate and ghastly gloom
I hope for a new answer on my knees or in my mind
and wish the world would join us all together for a time
so then the night comes calling, singing a song (a mournful wail)
about the dreams we carry and our words to no avail
and no one knows no better, seated in their thoughtless souls
about the questions chosen for us ghosts and forgotten ghouls.

A mockingbird is roaring down this final worded type
teasing such the passion in all the things we always fight
and when I awake to morning with the sun a light of gold
I await an unspoken question to which there never are no ‘No’s
and YES can lead us onward, past the hate and past the death
and YES can teach our children that a wish aint always best
that moments are but cradles rocking in the endless night
stemming all the shadows with a soothing whispered light
holding us up past darkness as our voices shout the call
a beacon in the autumn
of a life beyond withdrawal.
YES.

the power of positive thinking?

"that moments are but cradles rocking in the endless night
stemming all the shadows with a soothing whispered light "

what a wonderful image, thanks for that

Positive thinking? Hmm, originally yes - I struggled with this poem over many days, and perhaps being a recovering addict (knock on wood) myself, it wasn't the term YES that mattered so much to me (which I thought it would, and must), but the term beyond. It was rather cathartic. I find only now, years into recovery, what that world truly means.

I don't normally speak of a poem so, for good poems are accessible from many viewpoints, but this one ... when it was done, I latched on happily to that word and was more pleased than with most poems I have written. Its not all that good a poem, its structure not all that brilliant; but when I read it ... that last full line brought a smile. Which is nice.

Thanks Peter, thanks obiwan!

And apologies for the above! Felt like sharing, haha!

Lennon,

I find much to like about this piece. Wish I had the time and energy to offer more comments to match the effort that obviously went into it. Maybe I'll stop back later. Enjoyed.

Mary

Thanks a bunch, Mary. No worries, I can't seem to find much energy either - I blame cold Canadian winters! :p