WeepingA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Something.
Deep in the blaze of trailing fall The rain of shattered pieces of glass among buildings spindle littering the ground And I made snow angels out of the debris And the jigsaw was more beautiful broken And the disease was more fruitful when spoken
The only reason the devil shook my hand was to haunt me The people walking past my corner on the edge of a forested street Where the sound of silence perforated the medley of heaven I knew I was but a cloud in a skyline of stars Bloating out the beautiful
Silence wrinkled ringed in my ears like a memory of a forgotten God The words leaked through my fingers, Teardrops as I hid my face under the umbrella of my hands Drowning in a pool of myself Dripping with the salt of an ocean kissing my still face
It’s funny sometimes The sky dropping at my doorstep The world curling its hands around my throat like a necklace It’s cold sometimes The people who dream never sleep
The city dreams too And the town still beckons Against the silver billowing of the fabric of life And I clothe myself in memories The bodies of those I love
I wear their skins. I hear songs no one listens to Anymore. My life has passed me by and led me past death I am still following collared
The animal domesticated to prey Among the sheep. They needed a shepherd dog To group together the flock When the wind gets cold
Their rhythm of footsteps dragging me towards the light I can feel the heat on my pale skin I can feel the glimmer We cannot always glimmer We must also fumble around
In the Dark.
I cast a shadow lengthening Into sentences Into grey words I wear leatherback covers and smother the sun I didn’t ask you not to judge me
In the end, this prison is a jury of convicts In truth, life is a trial A trail I’ve not finished Following lost men Circling crows
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Shuddering It started like a bluebird Chirping from the ash tree The words had fallen like discarded leaves We no longer need to dream, now we sleep
Weeping
In the rain You’d never know You never knew me Knew us Anyway
“I had to tear you down to build you up” They spoke The foundation bears the weight of the tallest tower These buds will wilt not flower I am the dawn of every hour
I am the teardrop In the cold shower The rigging of telephone poles A shoebox of abandoned thoughts I don’t want anymore
And yet And yet, I remember The harvest moon shining in August On damp city streets,
Glittering diamonds Caught in the gutter of every sunrise Hiding behind the trees Between the leaves homogeneous The romance between the muddy sky and the mirror of earth
Streetlamps of hippocampus Amps of lanterns baptising horizons lilac The way it puts its arms around you like an old mother The way it clothes you in your father’s boots Sometimes, if it were but so easy
The corn maze of city blocks The houses between the treetops And the morning torn by clouds Enshrouded hourglasses fashioned by ash trees Crawling on the breeze
Perhaps you never loved me But you could understand My solitary life But given time Maybe this body could learn to love you
These wounds may heal In time The blaze of trailing fall Under sun kissed bungalows The summit shows me
I would rather climb than fall From the rock bottom till the peak I’ll crawl, frolicking Until the heavens in a blender Surrender endlessness to the feathers
Of a winged memory And Icarus is a felt-tip pen Paint trails riverbeds drying on a mural to the concrete of clouds Drawing bottomless August winds That shiver under skin
As graffiti speleothems rending spectral cemeteries Empty eyeholes where windows used to be Closed doors forming their Ouroboros Storming corneas floorboard corridors metamorphosis The eyes of a tiger
Wiser than those who would bite the hand that feeds Cold and beautifully Without mercy Eating away at the forest until it is the only thing left But the crescent moon
A juvenile survivor of twilight’s scythe Reaping terpsichorean Sowing the seeds of Breeding, Its own demons © 2021 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |