light

like a story book with pictures, read by a violently flickering light

Said, "The sound in the story is always the same"

Saw the shape of the body in shadow of flame

fire eyes focus turning the scene

taking all the kids with you 

wanted a shift in meaning

Sold you a smile in a strange kind of light

forced the fashion to figure itself out for a while

now it's in between a blind spot you can see

but never quite notice, it's just like a dream

making your money there's a shift in the light

like the gravity tilted your crooked smile

flashed a feign of discernment and broke up the scene

biting down on one, crushing it into three

A possible mile to walk for a while 

try to figure myself out while fire dies down

now it bends in the way that I breathe, in the way

I am biased but never stays quite the same

Bought a belief that I sold on the side

making time off of borrowing yours for a lifetime

you, a dead man, the spirit would shift

as the story dies down the interest would lift

taxing the dead instead of the light

to make it easier on me reviving the fight

figured time would take all this away

but now its stored in a box under my bed when I sleep

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This poem is tough for me to interpret. I can't really say I found a storyline or a thread to follow, instead it felt like a series of imagery bombardments, in a good way. Your writing evokes such strong vivid imagery, but I cant' guess what it might mean. It's more reading this makes one think of similar situations. Your writing is well-done and I'm just not that good at reading abstract (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[dukovan]

Hey, your guess is as good as mine. I tend to write these things once, no edit and with out much thought. It makes for intersting new interpretation or just connecting the dots between the images in new ways. These things tend to lead to more focused pieces down the road. I appreciate you always stopping by, your reviews are very motivating to me