There is poetry happening here
the sound of a mouse caught in a glue trap
is melding with the hum of a sticky covered ice cream cooler
while 8bit music blips over the cries of a squeaking thief
the sound of a mouse caught in a glue trap
is melding with the hum of a sticky covered ice cream cooler
while 8bit music blips over the cries of a squeaking thief
in the building symphony that i imagine unfolding
my phone rings and i multitask vain goals
while being told of harsh realities
happening while change is nothing but a word
in a vapid conversation
Busy Bee calls to complain about a shattered leg she refuses to get healed
dreams that wont come easily
reiterated pains recycled repeatedly
i just type and say good night lovingly
dreams that wont come easily
reiterated pains recycled repeatedly
i just type and say good night lovingly
“despite all my rage….
i am still just a rat in a cage”
The resonance in my ears rises
even while my heart sinks
cycles are circles
but there is four sides to every story
So I am trapped
listening to the perceptions of defeat
being retold like a won war victory
The sky has not gone black
it is tinged aubergine
a small touch of royal color
a hidden note from The Risen King
As the sun moves on to light paths with more promise
the runway lights of an airport
silhouette the skyline
Jet fuel dumping trails
while travelers take off towards home
Such a vivid and emotive write. I enjoyed reading these words. You have a way with them.
Thank you for taking the time to read my piece.