04-26-2012 05:04 PM
Poem in Your Pocket Day is today! Is anyone celebrating? What poem is in your pocket? (And if you missed it, there's still time to fold one up and carry it around. Or, do it tomorrow!)
04-27-2012 07:24 PM
Strangeways to Nowhere...A pathway to my imagination...
Strangeways to nowhere,
Ducky, faded yellow rubber,
Whirling down a drain.
A paper boat floundering,
Amidst a gutter's torrents, swollen by the rain.
Promontory jutting out, cleaving from the coast,
Far below, the teeming brine,
The broken tears and agony,
Ripped from the breast of a faded ghost.
A single line of footprints pressed into the sand.
Pixie dust brushed away; a faery, here, lies dead.
All because a single line, no longer spoken,
A simple phrase no longer dreamt or said.
Poison in the water, poison on the wind.
Strangeways to nowhere, a dead end path ahead.
Strangeways to nowhere, spoons bending in the night.
Things that should and shouldn't be...
Things done wrong and a few, maybe, done just right.
Doorways, pathways, highways, byways,
No ways and right ways.
Footprints in the sand, stemming from a place.
Following the wailing, chasing an ancient duck,
Still floating, drifting with the eddies,
A head above the water, watching for a beloved face,
Who remembers the strangeways to nowhere.