How will children know – Poem #trainspotting @amywinehouse #drugabuse

Last night I watched the movie Trainspotting. I’ve also spent a good bit of time today listening to Amy Winehouse. I’ve been thinking about the hectic pace of life and how many people just numbly glide, slide or bump through it not living it but just going through the motions. Others seem to get consumed by it, some of them turning to drugs etc. These thoughts and many more bounced around in my head and out came this poem. Many of us have our own vices, that may or may not be drugs, alcohol etc. Instead, it might also be food, TV, fantasy novels, parties etc. Some things trap more than others, some are more socially acceptable, some destroy life faster. Not that all these things are “bad,” but how are they impacting your life? If you have some time, I would appreciate feedback.

How will children know

The sun stretches its arm

Gently coaxing the stars to hide behind the moon

The moon, pride and mutual respect bows gracefully

Raises the curtain for the sun

Glides off to start a night elsewhere

The goal? Whip off the sheets, jump out of bed, start another day

Reality? It’s Saturday, I’ve hit the snooze, pulled the covers over my head, drifted

Working hard to get back to the fading dream, mist evaporating in the morning sun

Minutes pass like seconds and I give in, the sound pushing through

beep, an itch that can’t be scratched

BeeeP, a noise, the source yet to be revealed

BEeEP, a siren, buy why, how, in this dream?

BEEEEP! Wow, ten minutes already?

ok, I get it, I need to wake up

Convincing the clock that I mean it this time I roll out of bed, feet on the floor

The last of the dream, siren and all, fades into the past

Never again to be enjoyed, contemplated, remembered

The smell of coffee pulls me from the room into the hallway

Not that any has been made yet, no

But even in this fading dream state, the brain knows it’s coming

The nose, a fickle friend, deceives at times

Feet work from fuzzy carpet to hardwood floor

Cold, shocking, yet somehow a painful pleasure of life

I yell to the kids “Time to get up”

Wondering how my tones and sounds will be translated in their dreams

A loving father, bellowing giant, siren?

We pull out the cables to jumpstart our day

Glide, shuffle, move, morning, night, morning again

Where is the thread, the bond that pulls you through

Pushes you on

Family, friends, lover

Nature, nurture, spiritual surf washing over

What pulls against

Alcohol, Drugs, abuse

Fear, hate, self-deprecation

Sometimes you choose how you want to lose

You just do it one sip, needle, thought at a time

Slowly shifting your glue to grime

Eventually falling apart

How will you live your day today

Running to this and that avoiding the need inside

Pushing it down with pride

Or will you run, skip, jump, dive into life

Pause along the way and let the day sink in

Breeze through your hair

Kids playing on a swing

Running through parks, grass squishing through toes

Couples on a bench enjoying the slow dance of a sailboat on the ocean

Music, dancing, the thrill of a goal scored or blocked

The soul of someone through their eyes

A meal with conversation or silent contemplation

The scent of a rose or woman walking by

A baby’s cry as it starts its life

How will children know

Spoon for eating or heating

Needle for healing or escaping

Hand for loving or hating

Will you lay tracks with your arms or on them

What example will you show

Of love, laughter, life, ways to ease the troubled mind

The moon shows its face with grace

Closing the curtain on the suns dance, setting the stage for other stars to shine

The Sun, pride and mutual respect

Bows gracefully and welcomes the moon with colored splendor

Presses on to start a day elsewhere

What threads build or bind, how do you weave the fabric of your life… and others

What life will you choose


Stephen Kellogg – 2011

About Stephen Kellogg

Poetry, Ponderings, Prose, Photos & Pounding out the Pathways All at my blog... I hope you'll take a few minutes to wander around the site. Not all of what you read there will be happy or sad etc. but I trust my writings, photos etc will encourage, touch, inspire or just make you think…. I really appreciate feedback!! Thanks and enjoy Peace! Stephen Kellogg All of my writings, pictures etc are original works, unless otherwise noted, and should be considered copyrighted.
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9 Responses to How will children know – Poem #trainspotting @amywinehouse #drugabuse

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  2. Jamie Dedes says:

    Well done, Steven. Authentic. Touching. I like it.

    Poem on …

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  4. lesliepaints says:

    What a beautiful poem about the choice we make every day. I really like how you began this with th sun and moon and ended it such.

    • Leslie,
      Thanks! I appreciate you pointing out that part of it. I really enjoyed that too. I wasn’t really sure where it was going when I started with that but it was fun to end that way too. Thanks for continued support!



  5. sonofwalt says:

    Ah, Stephen, many very very good lines in this.

    • sonofwalt,
      Thanks! I really enjoyed seeing this one pour out of me.
      I was really hoping that people would understand this part:

      How will children know
      Spoon for eating or heating
      Needle for healing or escaping
      Hand for loving or hating
      Will you lay tracks with your arms or on them

      Thanks for leaving feedback.



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