trodden by passers-by
off the shore, you lie
one in a million
– dusty particulate
what’s there to discern?
intangible arguments of
time and infinity;
a revolutionary junta
where deceit is
bird’s claw
Note: I blame it on April; the tone of the speaker, I mean. I’m sure you’re aware of April month’s dispositions. Anyway, I’m linking this piece to Midweek Motif at Poets United. To read different takes on this prompt, please visit the link.
Most times I bleed these words
deserted by the elusive genius
as she courts other talents
Most times I squeeze these words
salty waters blinding eyes
as dams burst leaving no survivors
Most times I sift these words
trash swirling, syllables protesting
as I step on someone’s toes
Once in a while a verse is given
mundane comes to a halt and urgency
emerges as I capture the moment
Creativity and commerce always controversial
“I do it for the love.”
To you, impostor!
These tears, sweat and blood
are not yours to sell.
And what is love?
Surely not the fleeting butterflies in summer.
It’s your everydayness that gets
My fingers twirling absentmindedly
Tracing contours of a body on fire.
Blow me a kiss, then!
For I love your company.