Bloodied

.

.

“Poetry is

an abstraction

bloodied.”

.

~ Wallace Stevens

.

More from Reading, PA’s own.

.

.

Elfje: (also known as a Cinquain)

.

right

no left

a purposeful distraction

only the artist knows

abstraction

.

Haiku:

.

a high temperature

seasons begin to collide

freezing tomorrow

.

Poem:

not a corpuscle to be seen
her face turned ashen and then she swooned
detectives would not scour the scene
for them it was just another full mooned
she was only the lovers go between
everyone told her the tryst was doomed

parents disapproved the high school sweet hearts
the self centered stud seeking his own desires
she was the enabler suffering by fits and starts
he used her by pulling her puppet wires
the delusions of love they fashioned into arts
their passions never consumed by the same fires.

his conquests were often and many
she always stood by turning a blind eye
she knew the times and the names were plenty
her dreams were always pie in the sky
her best friend would not submit, would she help any
she would do anything for him, she let out a sigh

that fateful night as on the silver screen
she walked to that dark place were all assumed
she was only the lovers go between
everyone told her the tryst was doomed.

.

ME and the Boss

.

 

Advertisement