Saturday, June 6, 2009

NEW POEM - "Last Resort"

Hey everybody,

Thanks for stopping through. I'm posting piece that I wrote that I am considering adding a little more to. I would really appreciate your feedback on this one. As usual, I'd prefer to let you read it to get your own interpretation of it. If I anyone wants my thought process, let me know and I'd be happy to post my own commentary.

On another note, I have the website for the promotion of the book on its way. The release date had to be pushed back, but it's all for a better plan. Thanks to everybody for your patience and, most of all, your support for this project. It means so much and I know that when the date comes, it'll make sense.

So, keep reading, sharing thoughts, and SPREADING THE WORD TO FRIENDS about this page and the forthcoming book. I'll be back on here again soon. Thanks! ;-)


Last Resort

I love being the last resort
The last person to whom anyone reports
That is, if I even receive a call at all
Put myself second or tertiary
Hanging on someone else’s decision
A decision that could make my world
Or possibly bend or break my world
My destiny’s taken up and out of my hands
And left up to other parties
Rendering me powerless
Since I relinquished control
Indeed, this is as bad as it gets
Finally, just now, it’s starting to take it’s toll
Being told that as far as plans in the works
That there’s agreement
That, yes, these plans will work
Then the next moment intercedes
Blocking any and all fruition of those words
Since the decision’s been made to venture elsewhere
Unknown whether or not there’s any care
Or even the slightest concern
I’m at my wits’ end here
Held on too long to a rope that was inevitably burned
And so I continue to learn
Continue to realize my gluttony
My desire to be consistently an alternative choice at best
The collector of so many rainchecks
I decided that umbrella use was best
Unless
The rejection leads to immediate resolve
Though I’m not sure
Doubt that there’s any true way to solve
Or better yet, to cure
My chronic affliction of “last resortitis”
I’m trying to fight this
But I’m so bold to hope
And so I cope
Looking to a day when I’m taken with the first pick
With no trades or bench warming
A new reality slowly and surely starts forming
A reality where I feel needed and wanted
A state of mind where past bait and switches no longer haunted…


-W.A. Gordon

1 comment:

  1. Your poems exuded that of a lyrical genius. You clearly have the ability to carefully choose your words; using word play and incorporating real life into your writing. I enjoy reading your poetry and I look forward reading more of your poems as well as your upcoming book. Keep up the good work, Warren G!

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