Spires

Spires

A Poem by Maria Linden
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Here are the spires of trees and pipes.
Where hopeless men hang sagging hats-
With bars on the windows, and doors
Stronger than the metal used to hunt them down.

Here are the choking, who wish of iron and dreams
Of clockmaker's eyes, gone for their dark fancies;
Somewhere time got swept away and missed the shadows
Picked them up along a dirtier tunnel than deserved.

Oh, and so the spires float past
On clouds of morphine and long forgotten pillow talk
What might have been and said, left in trees
And walls and everything is still wood.

Before a dreamer dons their hat and gloves
The twinkling mistakes, broken past a film of sleep
Must bleed them out and warm the sky red
That they may serve the poppies they held in indigo.

© 2013 Maria Linden


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Maria Linden
Review; I'm not expecting anything great but I needed some relief.

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there is so much going on here my mind had a hard time picking something to run with but in the end i feel as if the poem was not written for me, but was written for some greater reason that i can barely begin to fathom. grandeur in writing is not something i am familiar with, but it is here, in this poem. well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Maria Linden

11 Years Ago

And that is exactly what I was trying to make it! Grand. The bigger picture than just one moment in .. read more

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Added on June 13, 2013
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Maria Linden
Maria Linden

Los Angeles, CA



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Hmmmm. Night-owled high school student. What else is new? I write a ton so the genre box is a tad restrictive BUT horror and poetry are my two lunch buddies. I write, drink too much coffee, and a.. more..

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