Poem of the Day – Bleak Scratched Picture

by paturnerlee

Bleak Scratched Picture

 

Hanging barnacles,

Scraped from ships; for funeral windows

Covered in sheets to cover the able

 

Clamber on crumbling cliffs to see

The Sea

 

Tulip petals pealing

Touching weathered vases

Burnt by triangles

 

Mangling bricks to sawdust

With slices of lime squeezed in wonder

Gone with the wind blowing leaves of desire

 

Grieving for a lost memory; stemming from a story

Ignoring reality; creating a disaster

 

Unable to master the mind

Find a captive audience to display despair

Trust someone will care

 

They will out of duty

Feel suited to the disguise; until they pass their eyes on a guest

In disgust; the breathing is panting

 

Hello to a wall of darkness with little hope of light

Just a sleepless night

Tight intentions tricking the sleeping genes

It means nothing on the outside

 

Feather the bed that you lie in

The truth is too hard to sleep on

 

Nails driven in the back of the board

Busted fiction releases the tension

Not to mention the glass full of mustard

 

July 23rd 2017

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright

paturnerlee.com

 

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