Chris G. Vaillancourt

(April 5,1959 / Canada)

A Certain Surrender


In my understanding
of this hemisphere,
I sense a certain
discontentment.
Teardrops wanting
to fall but there is
no truth to them.
Indeed, they will be lies;
a disguise
meant only to deceive.

In this graveyard
it is silent and hollow.
Wounds wanting to heal
but the blood will not stop.
Yes, the innocence of youth
is dripping onto the floor.
The inner slum
of industrial filth
is seeping into my heart.
Trashing it; digesting its
virtue and
leaving a shell behind.

I become a zombie
and feel no
desire
for improvement.

Yes, it is colder now
and I will sleep.
When next I awake.
I'll be different,
having emptied my
soul of all its charms.

In my acceptance of
myself,
I sense a certain surrender.

And so I'm sitting on a chair
wrapped in my house-coat.
Smoking a joint
and
escalating the impossible.
Mind flutters from
thought to thought
and I think
I'm going to grow
some perfect
expectations.
The dog is sleeping.
The cat is outside.
The kids are at school
and the fish
are complaining
about their
environment.
I leave my chair.
Stand on the floor!
Isn't that amazing!
Peek through the blinds
on the shimmering
window.
Outside looking in
is some sort
of alteration.
Reminds me that
everything changes
and then goes
right back
to where it
was in the
beginning.
Why do we always
keep running into
the same people?
Why do we
always float
back and forth
between
the same opinions?
And so I
sit back on my
chair and
light
a cigarette.
I don't have
to conform
if I
don't want to.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, July 05, 2011

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  • Meggie Gultiano (11/28/2009 7:35:00 AM)

    In my acceptance of
    myself,
    I sense a certain surrender.
    .....................
    I love these lines of yours..A stunning write.Good job, Chris..

    God bless you..Love, Meggie..♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Sonya Florentino (10/20/2009 7:22:00 PM)

    hhmm very dark but I can see through it....just me and her, head to head, the living and the dead..... (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/20/2009 6:03:00 AM)

    Teardrops wanting
    to fall but there is
    no truth to them.
    Indeed, they will be lies;
    a disguise
    meant only to deceive.........there may be deception seen everywhere..they will be in disguise and u got to becareful about the things....well said and expressed in words....10

    read mine cry not.....a dream not come true (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (10/16/2009 12:20:00 AM)

    The transition from youth to maturity can be a painful one and this poem shares the angst of change with subtlety and skill. Despite the 'discontentment' that underpins the first few stanzas, your final stanza reminds the reader that only when attachment is let go of can acceptance enable spiritual growth. Excellent piece. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Antonio Liao (10/15/2009 6:57:00 PM)

    what an emptiness fall of teardropp i knew......you fulfill the vagueness
    of life....so real the double and duo of happiness and misery of life....
    a beautiful poem....hitting the core.....thank you and GOD bless...
    a 10 and a little star i give..... (Report) Reply

  • Patti Masterman (10/14/2009 9:53:00 AM)

    Really somber words and mood in here. I like 'having emptied my soul of all its charms' very much. (Report) Reply

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