Paper
written in anger
signed in blood and gently sealed
with the kiss of death
–
impending storm-
newspapers aloft
in the morning wind
Category Archives: Sound
Cold
hushed elevator-
the open doors close once more
leaving us alone
–
frosted glass-
winter air
seeps in
Distortion
a toad on his throne
surrounded by those mirrors
that show him a prince
–
rain streaked windows-
the world outside
distorted
Reclamation
an empty city-
young maples rises up through
the broken sidewalk
–
an old plow-
reclaimed
by the forest
Homeless
asleep on a bench
the hard rap of a nightstick
startles him awake
–
dark rain-
wet newspaper
her only refuge
Forge
the heat of the forge-
showers of embers rise up
into a gunmetal sky
–
cold anvil-
hammers
ringing
Chips
over chips and drinks
the sounds of friendship filter
through my old screen door
–
dark windows-
piles of chips
shufflled cards
Future
going to bed late
dreading the dawn for who knows
what the day may bring
–
blowing snow-
the coarse growl
of a passing train
Slipping Out
walking on eggshells
at the door I stop and turn-
you’re watching me leave
–
predawn-
hard and cold
the bedroom floor
Rain
the new morning sun
shining through the mist after
a hesitant rain
–
sunset-
a sudden tattoo
on her tin roof