August
3, 2012
#12
Three years
It
took me
three years,
three longest years
to forget the child
of hope -
I will never see you again,
no petals at your window.
In wardrobes
of serial discomfort,
waiting …
larger than poverty.
The exile and
the heavy streets
keeping me away
from key holes,
as I said -
I’m not invisible.
Get me a drink,three years,
three longest years
to forget the child
of hope -
I will never see you again,
no petals at your window.
In wardrobes
of serial discomfort,
waiting …
larger than poverty.
The exile and
the heavy streets
keeping me away
from key holes,
as I said -
I’m not invisible.
I can barely move
my mind
from grey to a
deeper variety.
Allegations
and desires,
the urban tapestry
of sunlight
in the poison
of broken bricks,
absorbed …
All scattered and
contemplating.
awesome ! your words know magic of connectivity !!
ReplyDeletethanks bratati :)
ReplyDelete"I can barely move my mind from grey to a deeper variety."
ReplyDeleteYour words capture images that only existed for moments then disappeared into eternity. Beautiful.