Monday, April 29, 2013

Damage Control

                                                                                 Attribution: Ingrid Taylar
Image: Picking up the pieces
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Riding high hoping
never the need to look back.
The future beckons

Doors opening wide
Opportunities  galore
The sun shines brightly

Dirty play rears its
ugly head.  Ambitions get
stunted. Wrong cards played

Grovelling in the
dark. Picking up the pieces
Familiar story 

Written for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #148


  1. Powerful poem, it is sad when we stop being true to ourselves

  2. Oh so true, once you cross that line with all the back room deals much crap can come due.

  3. A lot of strength in your words. I agree with mindlovemisery, "it is sad when we stop being true to ourselves." A very well written poem.

  4. A long way down once you go that route

  5. You took my emotions on a ride here! Poor soul -so much hope in the beginning to broken pieces in the end.

  6. a roller coaster of emotion here . .

  7. as long as you can pick up the can always move forward you know....there is hope...and hope not to repeat the same mistakes...

  8. this speaks to me a little Hank.

  9. Life's like that sometimes...but hope lies in the ability to pick up the pieces and start again...

    Anna :o]

  10. Ha! Many people have struggled with such experiences. It is a constant battle and we soldier on! Well penned, K:)

  11. dig the way you told this story - tight writing sir

  12. I like the way you combine hope with reality. I prefer to live in hope with doors opening wide and opportunities galore :)
    Dropping by from the Poetry Pantry.

    Suzy at