»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #6
»
handful of bromides
| Open Poetry #6 |
|
handful of bromides |
|
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
|
-handful of bromides- kleenex, comb & address book. pictures of friends anne & alice. with aching bicuspid, pursed kissless lips, you remember He made your smile, too. inside your car, you also learned music can lie well. notes cannot replace a feeling of loss; cannot embrace a too-quick smile. in the glove compartment, a painted box: plastic cube comes apart at center seam to hold things. He painted in the swift severity of storm, trying in His temper to mimic nature. He made a great actor; no artist. a mess of images too sticker-like, transparent when sunlight streams and destroys His rocks, brushstrokes a tepid river inside supposed solidarity; blunt, splattered stubs of shrubs. He was no god. your kid knew that. torn notepaper, smudges of crayon lollipops, sad-face sun. when it comes to holding in collapse, you need look no further than the young. the radio sloppy sonic gauze. you feel ragged, striving for ebullient mask but finding popped bubble skims. floating stone silence; unfloating. stoned silence. notes. brain/heart/eyes -- all blurred! trifecta wagered away. the photos in the cube: retouched. chemicals didn't block out what needed hiding. the illusion of security, your eyes tattooed 'round with hearts for Him. hey, it's okay. everyone needs their role models, and handful of bromides to wash in. (such a slow way to feel clean; make a fist, it's gone) you hear the path of an insect, slow stinging fuzzy fragment batting buzzing against inside glass. honey? bumble? jacket? you feel yellow. sinking back, radio off. if only you could lie unwoven by that bright lit bug's threaded flight. unaware that roving is trapped. the Glass remains unseen, but It can always be felt. |
||
| © Copyright 2000 MPC - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wow! This is powerful! if only you could lie unwoven by that bright lit bug's threaded flight. unaware that roving is trapped. when it comes to holding in collapse, you need look no further than the young. Just a few of my favorite lines among the many..this a well done emotional piece. |
||
|
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, Martie. Glad you enjoyed. Mike |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
