Friday, August 3, 2012

Three years


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,
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.

3 comments:

  1. awesome ! your words know magic of connectivity !!

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  2. "I can barely move my mind from grey to a deeper variety."

    Your words capture images that only existed for moments then disappeared into eternity. Beautiful.

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