No Beginnning

 

 

I'm only waiting for someone to tell me something different

as shadows pass over broken alley ways and sordid faces

Imprint themselves upon my memory

I'll admit that the only thing that I can see is the

curve of your desolate smile, the crinkling around

mahogany eyes

 

Those stone recesses fell before you, crumbling without

a sense of obstruction

It was your silhouette, shading my tired

red rimmed lids

and beating at the landscape, no direction,

no centerfusion

 

The earth turned with catupulting hymns and

sinners chanting out their sins

 

Dirt stained children falling down onto

bones and filth and destruction

The clock tower rang twice before the dawn

and no one was sure of the attempt to wake the

blinded ones

Author's Note

I wonder if I will ever successfully finish a poem again....*sighs*

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

concise and delicate...a strong write that deserves many more reviews...the imagery and turns of phrase are memorable...

[Moflo]

I definitely like what you have so far. You have some excellent imagery here and I really like described everything. This is nicely done.

[Ed Hart]

many years ago i asked a 'successful' poet how you could tell a poem was finished; he answered my by shaking his head, "i think you finally have to abandon them," he said