well written piece

johnflannery

No more under the glare

Of an unrelenting island sun,

Where stark absolutes kept me

A blind stumbler among lotus eaters.

Where an implacable brightness subtracted mystery and possibility

From the air, and left me gasping.

I turn to this City

Perpetually at dawn,

Renewing itself.

My grey eyes and her grey skies

Infinitely mirroring.

Joy returns

In a cloud of grey moths,

Landing on my frame,

Every inch aflutter with dusty grey wings.

My feet lightening

Midstride on her grey sidewalks,

Passing her grey towers.

Each sole strike a playful lovers nudge:

Are you awake?

Listen to

Her sweet humming melody

Constant behind the noisy clamor,

Constant behind this loud show of the shades of life.

I embrace you

My soft grey shadow,

My beloved companion,

And breath deeply.

Content at last.

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The structure is marvelous

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Moving through
what could be
then again
nothing seems…
Denial.
And the truth within.
Outcomes and platitudes,
the world is not getting better.

Todays’ economy continues to plummet,
tomorrow will not be another day,
rather a future without a legacy.
Certainty without certainty.
Without hallmarks
we sit in silence of catastrophe.
Children dying.
Children lying.
Covet thou in praise we sing-
Yesterdays failure
is today again.

I am not.
I am.
I am not but could be.
I should…
I was…
Once again
I will

wish you all
a very merry,
a happy,
a new
truth.
And the American way;
cosmonauts and air-o-planes,
peanut butter and jam,
the wishing stone,
and another one bites the dust.

An old scale
runs through my veins
resting deftly
atop my heart.
Wondering when will it stop.
Hickory dickory dock.

A little girl atop a tree
asks, “Will you rescue me?”
The mouse…

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