Category: Poetry

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The Song

The song is on mute again Words scrolling across the screen Characters in a language I do not know A careless whisper barely heard Yet followed by heart And I switch on the sound Lost in my own semi-consciousness Tuned into the subliminal Betrayed by my own frequency Trapped on repeat Bounding around inside my … Continue reading The Song

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Throb

*Inspired by Late, a poem from shrinksarentcheap. In response to the daily prompt. Nightclub pressure pressing down deep like a crown of thorns Fiction like a swinging pendulum crossing from shadow to light I am wearing a cheap suit white in color borrowed for the night from a vampire I used to know The floor … Continue reading Throb

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The Crooked Shutter

The crooked shutter bangs against the jamb Then flies back out in an uncertain arc Weathered by the passage of time And left in disarray Thick grime covers the small window Shadow-thick with erstwhile spirits Prancing in faded memory Dancing in slow circles Reminiscence of time gone by Faithless in its scrutiny Relentless in its … Continue reading The Crooked Shutter

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Five and Two

They came in sections Five to the left Two to the right Intensely focused and young Strictly regimented Trailing coattails And scattered stars Five aside Two in the front Captured on Kodak film Tucked away in memories Left on the ground Blood duly camouflaged As garden music But tea time is distant Trapped in fatigues … Continue reading Five and Two

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Sliding Scales

Scales tilting One by one Left to right Like dominoes White on black Falling swiftly Slick like Icarus With ice cold wings Blind justice on pause Waiting for cessation Casual acquaintance Once met, twice denied Balancing on edge An angel’s pirouette Practiced Calculated Responsible like rain Sliding down windowpanes Steady and willing See-saw traction Playground … Continue reading Sliding Scales

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Taking Wing

Delineating sides White and black Light and shadow Couched in convenience But contrary in nature A Judas Iscariot for the masses Embraced by few Judged by many Conscience shattered The endless refrain Sung by neophytes indeed Trapped in bodies of lead Hanging from a tree That salty smell Permeating the still air Hot and cold … Continue reading Taking Wing