Carry this con, incense

A lucky child doesn't know how lucky he is- David Portner

These clear drops relentlessly fall, on my keys

Even my piano seems weak at the knees

Am I the only one howling?

Because they continue to keep walking, in and out

And the creaks of their feet still echo like the shouts

In my mind.

 

So I scream them,

I softly scream them through molding sounds,

“Mommy I’m catching rainbows now”.

 

Those mellow grips, which I grab

Are stalling as they descend from my hands,

And devastate these tenements.

These hollow tree tricks, which I have

Are stilling gnawing at doors.

Which Like a magician your face is a fender

Burning my fingers towards their core.

 

So I perform,

I loosely perform them through cheering crowds,

The “Mommy I’m chasing rainbows now”.

 

I am simply not the only inhabitant of this beaten path,

One, which I’ll utter, needs change.

Sadly, I can say I now see the aftermath,

Which I have begun to remediate.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Cause and effect i'd suppose
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[G. Marie"floating on an..]

I enjoyed this poem especially "mommy I'm catching rainbows now" i would love to catch some of those. good poem great use with words!!!!