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I saw
an abandoned rusted padlock swinging fast in the wind on a high bridge from a chain link fence... who left it there? where have they gone to? Below the traffic rushed east/west as if it had no direction, as if the roads had to whisper where to go, to give the drivers some intentions. Looking down I saw a strawberry, shriveled, dry and brown at my feet. It asked of me "why was I wasted, why did I grow?" I looked at its shriveled-ness and answered "Some days I feel just as wasted even though I appear whole." I heard a city robin sing in a pretended garden in a language I could only hope to learn or know. I stood rooted to the sidewalk and my feet nearly became roots as my happiness began to grow. I saw the fallow sky criss-crossed with toxic furrows and wondered should I cover my mouth/face? The entire horizon was as striped as an American Flag, the pilots must have been playing tic-tac-toe all the way up to outer space. I heard a disheveled man shouting "I'm sorry, so sorry!" "I really don't mean to be such a bother, but, I've got no way home." The abandoned padlock suddenly rusted through and dropped off the chain link fence...was it some message from a universe that had stopped making sense? I was startled out of my metaphoric distractions I bent down and secured the lock in my purse pocket the lock became my prompt for this poetic reaction. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, so this isn't the best poem. It was written on a fast food napkin I thought there some redeeming qualities. There is always editing. Copyright April 19th 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author All rants, poetry, prose, ideas are the legal property of this writer Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World Melissa A Howells Thursday in Question...April 16th, 2015 LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK FOR THIS SITE TITLE BY THIS WRITER/AUTHOR Vote for this poem |
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