Poem of the day — Roof Top Vision

by paturnerlee

Roof Top Vision


Beaming broken centres cracked and holding

Before sweat is rendered

Upon the moss shelter

Twisted in spaced time

Casting memorabilia

To jump start an argument

Held up and questioned

Salt wound ground in sulphur

Barking at empty spaces

Chilled wine retreat, a best beach exotic

Tight; fresh

A bench, a table

Mark a landing spot

For light wings, a shattered illusion

Intrusion a beleaguered pasture

A flimsy recall no gesture

Battled in hope for glory

Just a story

A tempter

Treason sifter

Russian winter

Fly no wings then fall

Captured cuffed and beaten

Time for the retreating





January 27th 2015

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015



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