Trying hard to Exit Laughing…

[Pendragon]

Trying hard to Exit Laughing…

It continually surprises me how a man can speak his mind,
In conversation and even in poetic verse—
And none can seem any true meaning to find,
Until things have gone from bad to much worse…
I told someone once quite plainly and candid
That whenever a person speaks of suicide—
That you can be certain they think their life on a skid,
And they will not listen to reason until they have tried…
It is somewhat like a stoplight, three colors all in a row
That each have a meaning to drivers everywhere
With red meaning “stop”, and green meaning “go”
The yellow light loudly proclaiming “Change coming! Beware!”
I’m writing this poem so that you may understand me well:
I just got out of a Mental Hospital; I sent signs of going through hell…

Pendragon
© Saturday, September 05, 2009

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[AuntShecky]

The traffic lights metaphor in this piece is appropriate, but the best feature of this poem is its strong voice.

Some of us have been getting the message, Pen. Please check your PM inbox.

[Pendragon]

The traffic lights metaphor in this piece is appropriate, but the best feature of this poem is its strong voice.

Some of us have been getting the message, Pen. Please check your PM inbox.
Thanks again Auntie! :wave:

[Virgil]

The traffic lights metaphor is incredibly oringinal. This is a top of the line poem Pen. Kudos. And my heart goes out to you. I feel for your suffering. But man life is still worth living.

[firefangled]

As always, Pen, you have great ease with the sonnet rhyme.

I hope you feel better. Pen. You seem to demonstrate great personal resilience in your poetry.

[Maryd.]

Thanks Pen for inviting me to read your poems. I have read this one and am on my way to reading more. Keep well and stay safe.
Mary

[PrinceMyshkin]

There is, unappily, little evidence of anything here that you find worth laughing about and, of course


The yellow light loudly proclaiming “Change coming! Beware!”
I’m writing this poem so that you may understand me well:
I just got out of a Mental Hospital; I sent signs of going through hell…


these lines are ominous! May you find the courage and the patience to wait for the next, inevitable (?) green light.

[Pendragon]

Thanks and God's blessings be upon you all. Unfortunately, I still see a blinking yellow light. May it turn green soon...

Love ya all, the world would be a bleaker place without you.:wave::wave::wave::wave::wave::wave::wave::wav e::wave:

[DanielBenoit]

Man, I really know where you're coming from and I feel for you.

Your rhyme is so subtle that I didn't even notice it the first time. It seems to make the poem more contemplative rather than noisy (as less-tame poems do).