awkward contemplation

above: voice of wind

below: strum of wheels on stone

within: thumping pulse

 

an awkward song

like a duck with no feet

 

forehead pressed to a lonesome window

there was a red car bleeding smoky memories

I did not know the make or model

but I understood the pain so well

 

the red car was there

then it was gone forever

I thought of my faith

 

an awkward faith

like a wolf with no teeth

 

lost my grip on this contemplation

my temple collapsed,  then rose again to slap me

I did not know the lesson’s purpose

but I understood the pain so well

 

above: dance of rain

below: ticklish tires rolling

within: mad laughter

 

an awkward joke

like a smile with no face

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

inner/outer.. woven so perfectly you are so deft with your sparse words..

[symmetryAsymmetry]

So subtle...so tactful...labyrinthine yet with such fine humour..really really good...

[Distantview123]

Some good, inventive imagery in this poem. Kind of wistful and sad, despite the "mad laughter" towards the end. An interesting write. ~ Robert.

[Emily B]

this is heavy on my chest . . .

[LJW]

Unique. Deeply personal.

The struggle still felt and understood.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

sounds like a history of man, I like the above and below analogy, quite original.

[roarke]

your awkward seems so balletic .... and I can't believe "balletic" is a word....

Above and below, Hermetic perspectives.

The plane where originality and inspiration tango. Nice piece.

[Robin]

life - in fast forward rewind - at the crossroads

[SkinlessFrank]

Like listening to the blues on a beat-up guitar. Nice to see (read) you here.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Back in the house. As always, you make words dance evenly on the broken glass of human emotion.