Bunch of squabbling ducks
wading in and out of sense
dinner table talks
Tag: poetry
Nightwalkers
I was awake all night
comforter failing to deliver
air streams crashing
bashing on my window
forcing theirselves upon it
as lawmakers,
shoving on cars
petty thieves—only harsher.
Resilient stood the glass
barring entry, the faithful dog
shielding striking shards
from breaking
entering, shattering
life, like a terrorist mob
while I crumbled
cold feet, in fear.
Unforgiving, it knocked on
knocking down swaying barks
snapping lives like beans
stranger in the night
estranged from the soul
in menacing hatred
blowing out hope
guns bellow in the street.
In search indeed
Scarred
by years,
once shiny face
browning, peeling away
as charred pepper.
Awaiting
while winter dews
seeping through
sweeping hope
of restoration.
Solitude
the trusted advisor
a partner in part
on date nights
out in the open.
Breathing
coldness piercing
ornament for the porch
a hollow cage
in search of bird.
Inspired by:
“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”
Franz Kafka
Ageing ungracefully
Sitting across me
on the table
arms wreathed
perched on lap
shoulders resting
after battling
years.
Groans the chair
on her behalf
heavily fragile
with crow paws
by the eyes
pecking age
weighing down.
Wild winds rage
beyond reach
we sight each other
in each other’s
silver hair, dotted cheeks
failing soul
cheeky smile.
Wheezing for air
in open space
as cling-packed
shrooms, dried
awaiting pop
that livens one
snuffs, other.
Morning shivers
piercing shards of cold
as passing through walking ghost
winters be crazy

