A short rendezvous
time collapse inside the blue
no longer in view
© Scott F Savage
A short rendezvous
time collapse inside the blue
no longer in view
© Scott F Savage
Feeling a fall,
this is my world
less confidence
more fear.
I’ve lost quite a lot
recent months have allowed
storms of discontent,
a certain mired horizon
seems my last resort.
In walking my life
cannot help imagine a fire,
the blaze surrounds my desires,
I am left to survive,
knowing I might rather not.
I knew a mystique
in contrast to my reality,
I fell in love with chance
only to discover those I love
might need put absence upon my life,
self-respect would die.
People were close
a distance seems so apparent
hard to imagine
a lovely sunrise,
a spectacular sunset.
I’m chasing the green light
a symbolic gesture
won’t be understood,
unless I swim toward the light,
to be
to be enveloped by the sea.
© Scott F Savage 6/2020
the ‘b’ series
There are places I would to go,
nothing certain really,
only an experience outside of myself,
landing in one spot,
feet rooted,
the mind in a different horizon,
traveling forever to reach
some destination,
an acuity,
clarity,
the reason why,
suggestive appeal
that allows our lives to better
understand
who we might have been,
yet,
in a more acceptable,
– mannerism –
how we are meant
to live our lives,
in a world
driven by,
standard,
mechanical failures,
trivial circumstance,
rote imagined realities.
I stood outside today,
thought about the world
I once knew,
that oneness I believed
i would always cherish,
appreciate,
actually love,
and I discovered
the return of a tear.
© Scott F Savage 2019
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
"I feel the rush of your love through my entirety and I know in this very moment of my existence this is where I belong" - The Creative Chic
Where Real World Topics & Discussion Takes Place
writings from my heart and soul
Telling my story while on my healing journey
They're mine, and yours 'cause our voice got lost somewhere in between. Welcome home...
So Dawn Goes Down to day
writings from my heart and soul
stories on adventure, and travel, and real life
A community for writers & readers
poetry,writings,memories and more....
Concerning All Types Of Relationships
Children's book illustrator