hallways wandering
puckish laughter and
you know i am a fool
for shadows and light
in play
but i tire of dead ends
with glamour and lure
bare wrists exposed
waiting for light’s knife
across aging skin
dead ends
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hallways wandering
puckish laughter and
you know i am a fool
for shadows and light
in play
but i tire of dead ends
with glamour and lure
bare wrists exposed
waiting for light’s knife
across aging skin
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10 responses to “dead ends”
Beautiful You.
Thank you. 😌
That’s a beautiful image, “light’s knife / across aging skin” And a bit unnerving.
Good, I want people slightly unnerved.
Thanks, Bob.
I agree. That’s one of the things poetry does well. Yanks us out of our comfort. Well done!
Love the way this turns in the second stanza. Dark.
Yeah. I kind of went dark, didn’t I? Its a good thing we both are intimately familiar with the shadow.
Appreciate the compliment. Thanks, Chris.
An old friend.
Wow, powerful, Michael!
Thank you Cindy 💙