(photo credit: imprm@countach.fm)
Whispering winds carry secrets
over sleepy city streets
gather and swirl
unsuspecting thoughts
Exhausted dwellers walk
through zombie days
focus on one foot
in front of the other
Up and down, over and under
air moves in stealth
a silent intruder
Scarves wrap against it
coats button it out
still it continues
growing
until it Howls
Light patter of feet
upon bare floor
spring rain gently tapping on glass
Little person unable to sleep
attempts stealthy reprieve from night time ritual
creeps toward lamplight
Open book lies on blanketed lap
words on yellowed pages invisible
disinterest feigned in clandestine visitor
silently daring next move
The child darts from shadow to shadow
a staccato movement
stops and starts
Her position freezes
as I clear my throat
fetching a giggle
she anticipates discovery
With the willpower of Hercules
I do not look her way
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Until just the right moment to
FLING
my arms out
to grab her
Squeals of delight elicited
as we tumble
into a laughing heap
(image credit: wallpaper.com)
World seen through wounded eyes
bruised shades of purple and black taint sight
timid feet afraid of open space
fear fits like a leather moccasin
malleable, familiar
want to remain on dysfunctional path
Heart cries tearless sadness for lost potential
pumps staccato beat of marching band refrain
encourages determination, change
Quiet reflection soothes and calms
eyes adjust focus
wounds heal
vision is renewed
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