Graffiti

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he spun hued words

of his world of black and white

and let it soar beyond the wall

to an impossibly

bright sky

 

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colors were his daggers

he would often draw upon

his muted soul

joy would roll down his cheek

giving a hue to his gray face

 

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what he was he was

life sparked in his eyes

the lips radiated that aura

of bonhomie

at this crestfallen world of sham

 

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he couldn’t say a hello

let alone hold her hand

all he could do

was pour his heart out

on the wall

 

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once I saw

a picture of Helix Nebula

that reminded me

of his infinite heart

which was all seeing even in deep waters

 

 

Posted for dVerse Poetics: Street View hosted by Lilian

Meteor Showers

it started with a beach death,

on the right hand column-

four hapless whales

breathed their last

in Aceh Besar in Indonesia-

then rose the storm of meteors

of dark words…

that kept glittering

in their sinister shine-

fat, medium, thin headlines-

on the foreign page-

I was gobsmacked reading…..

how could a teen be accused

of raping a hen…a hen?

even on the Sport page glowed-

Dokic* revealed abuse

in her autobiography,

Why was this…

When…

How…

I better shut up

and stop abusing

poetry-

after all meteors are meant

to be ashes only

*Jelena Dokic, former world No. 4 tennis player

 

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Meteor Showers @ Poets United

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 Also sharing with Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #15 hosted by Thotpurge