Come closer
Lay your head on my chest
Hear the echo of my phantom heart?
Stone-cold and crumbling
Like the rust of my skin
Don’t come in
Come closer
Will you taste my hollowed kiss?
This abyss is my gift…to you
Love letters unwritten
Roses ripe of tarnished tin
Don’t come in
For Poetics at dVerse, we are writing from the perspective of three characters from The Wizard of Oz. Follow the yellow brick road with us!
Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.
I held you up
I let you paint me
In the latest trends
Layer upon layer
Of boredom and
Mid-life madness
I hated periwinkle by the way
Then you had the gall
To nail me!
Fancy little treasures
All in a row…oh
I sheltered you
From the storms but
You just made your own
Then what do ya’ know?
You… kicked…me!
I didn’t like that
But I think it hurt you more
At dVerse Poets Pub we are giving walls a voice.
You can join in too!
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Pins patter across the floor
To the beat of stifled hearts
The scrape of metal on plates
Over a pea soup haze
Of perishing pipe dreams
Plates are full
Starving souls grumble
As sun stretches in vain
To reach darkened table
Four sets of blue eyes
Pale and gazing elsewhere
Wandering minds waiting
For something
Anything
To speak
These walls know
The pain of silence
We have all heard the phrase, “If these walls could talk”. Today, I would like you to do just that by giving walls a voice through your poetry. Join in with us over at dVerse where I will be your host for today’s Poetics. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.
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Image Credit: Gabriella
He wandered west from the financial district destined for relief from the squirrel cage they called success. Grey skies merged with the concrete below his feet. Tiny droplets remained stoic for an instant before rolling like tears from his navy blue pea coat. The clouds erupted. Looking up, his forehead caught a colossal drop that had dared to dangle from the coffee shop overhang. He ran his index finger along the glossy storefront just for the sound or perhaps to startle the young girl sitting on the other side of the distorted glass. He pondered the vanilla latte and moved on.
No eye contact was made with the unshaven man huddled under wet cardboard on the corner. His conscience took hold of him as one Gucci oxford failed to miss a puddle. Turning around he knew his small gesture would be more about him than the one who was destitute. He handed him a twenty. The sky lit up suddenly exposing the contrast between his smooth, manicured hands and the grimy palms of the homeless man. He glanced quickly at the man’s face. Somewhere in one short gaze, he found himself.
Yesterday’s downpours
Today a soft shoe tap dance
Weathering the storm
Inspired by one of Gabriella’s beautiful photos for Haibun Monday at dVerse.
Looking up at the “Eiffel Tower”, Paris Las Vegas Hotel
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Downtown Toronto skyscrapers
Sky Scraping
If I have to look up to see your grandeur
Then what importance do you hold for me?
Everything essential to my heart and mind
Is in front of me
Yes, I look to the sky, why wouldn’t I?
To the clouds, to the wind
To the spirit within
But not you
You have always been my saboteur
Reminding me of the cold
That paralyzed my plight
Your capital charisma
Does nothing but amuse me
And I will not be impressed
By your obvious stateliness
For success is not dressed
The sun bares the truth
Magnified in your every window
Exposing your hard lines
Disclosing your designs
Of your eyes on the pie
As you scrape at the sky
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