Lost Measures of Good

Like a dog too old, with musty hips
but in sudden spirit, front paws in spring,
fangs trumpeting how tough I am.

Be me.
Insane, running down dirt tracks
where old tires run to their burial.
Should be not be me.

Be compassionate,
for those who shall knife me,
for those who shall pull me
into sickness of nothingness.

Watch the trains grinding rusty tracks,
and the wheels never stop, diesel smoke
creeps through all that is good in sight.

None of these measures are met
with even slight ounces of courage.
Failure is highest with the most important
measure of wanting my life back,
failing to measure what has been lost forever.

At last, close with one simple measure:
Smile, breathe, and go slowly.


Jingle’s Poetry Potluck this week is Aims, Goals and Ambitions. I thought I might try one on the theme. Go check out the efforts.

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  1. #1 by Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved on February 6, 2011 - 11:33 pm

    All the issues that dance and jumble in our minds as we pass our days and nights. Well written … and yes, “Smile, breathe, and go slowly…” Nice work, Carl.

    • #2 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 7:03 am

      Thank you, Jamie!

  2. #3 by Jingle on February 7, 2011 - 11:18 am

    things always work out.


    • #4 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 8:43 pm

      Thank you for your kindness, Jingle, and thank you for the Potluck!

  3. #5 by liv2write2day on February 7, 2011 - 4:31 pm

    You provide us with rich descriptions and layers of meaning but in the end you say it all: not even “one day at a time” but “one breath at a time.”

    • #6 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 11:36 pm

      Thank you, Victoria! It is wonderful to have a sympathetic ear!

  4. #7 by Evelyn on February 7, 2011 - 7:57 pm

    “Be me.
    Insane, running down dirt tracks
    where old tires run to their burial.”
    again, instant image.
    I am seeing a rolling tire…and a sad pile

    • #8 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 11:37 pm

      Yes, a terribly sad junk yard of tires…You know this? You’ve seen this? 🙂

  5. #9 by Life: Between the lines on February 7, 2011 - 8:04 pm

    “should be not be me” wow!!! awesome piece Carl, I love it, thank you and happy potluck. Mine is here:http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/02/08/the-winner-stands-alone/

    • #10 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 11:44 pm

      Thank you for stopping by – I loved your effort!

  6. #11 by Rashmi on February 7, 2011 - 9:40 pm

    Beautiful poem..I love the ending lines very much.

    • #12 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 11:45 pm

      Thank you so much, Rashmi!

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