In my Mind, on my feet, then from my heart.A Poem by Jack JosephThree Separate Poems.1.
Lit from within when the sky bears no sun; sitting in an unfamiliar setting in a familiar place. Tapping on acoustic wood the twang hits weary ears gravel words tumble across my face love and work. Distinctly feeling the wind on my face. Wishing for it back. Wooden wheels creaking in the distance. The sound of resting heels boots that have shuffled to a stop. Feeling the image of weathered hands moving over smooth driftwood. The wind blows once more then settles and strings are picked. In the still air. 2. Smooth steel against the cold morning sliding into a spot amidst the silent empty structure. Three Echos shuffling stepping and clicking rough concrete below then planks and tar. Then the sound of the journey ceases and the soft sensations of water meeting wood and salty wind clawing loose clothing remains. 3. The shimmer of a tiny sword moving through an envelope. The room is dark. The impression of a fan turning slowly overhead, a green lamp the only light on an oak desk. Moist tea saunters about the room losing it's heat. A shadow shifts across a glass door. A glance to the fire escape. Wood slides on greased wheels a gun shifted a flask found. Reading glasses fogging.
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Added on October 23, 2009 AuthorJack JosephLos Angeles, CAAboutI'm a writer, painter and cognitive science junky living in The City of Angels. I write poetry from the perspective of a bystander. I believe that there is beauty in pain and loss, a beauty that rival.. more..Writing
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