Diorama

Diorama

Sunlight slats through the prison 

bars, guitar strings tripping

a sad melody inside the black 

box, through the window I can 

see the trailor park scene

across the way, the scene is 

surreal. A desolate worn black shoe

rests all alone on the sidewalk 

as if lost by a tragic cinderella

trash lays all around the ground

and the breeze picks up a crushed 

coke can and a empty marlboro pack 

and they dance together down the 

street till out of sight.

some one forgot to turn off

a yard sprinkler, although

beneath it no children play

nor grass grows  and the earth

beneath is still cracked and dry.

There is a truck parked at the corner

with colorful pictures of 

chocolate banana bombs decorating

 dirty white icecream sides

and it sits like a silent predator.

A tumble weed rolls by in the dust

blown streets like a deserted western

scene and a sun bleached pink

flamingo dangles by one leg upside

down from a nearby sickly tree.

 You approach from behind me,

and I turn from the window I'm

looking through, to embrace you

a multitude stands behind you,

your kiss is wet and deep like

a summer thunderstorm

and your aura so bright white 

I have to blink and and turn back

to the barred window of the world,

you take my hand into yours and its

warm and sweet, and we both peer inside

the box together at that sad

worn out scene within.

With our free hands we shake

the bars together

and the window box turns

to dust.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Circe]

there are so many good things about this write that made an impression on me, from the unsettling real but not so real setting of the diorama to the imagery which are all so vividly described being frozen in time, it was epic in that way like everything had a moment in the scene, all the discarded things it's part of the universe you create, the scenes that embody so much neglect, loneliness, emptiness... and that it can be blown away, by the warmth that you felt with him... it was most beautifully and artistically presented.

[Eve]

Thank you so much, I love your poetry, you have a way of expressing so much that everyone can relate to it.

[Brittany]

You have a tremendous talent with description. Bravo. Is there a reason you wrote this in a phrase format rather than prose?

[Tate Morgan]

God that was great I actually loved it because it took me there I felt it saw it heard it

[Tomás Ó C..]

Cool contrasts here, you could expand this piece!!!

[Marie]

You have a great way of description; I could see the desolate images you wrote.

[Eve]

thanks Marie! :)