08-08-2013, 03:10 AM
Out in the Cold
fim 8/7/13
Barren limbs sift the light from a gold-medal moon,
infusing patterns on my leave-strewn floor.
Rough bark against my back, through a dilapidated jacket
collar raised, huddling knees to stay warm.
A late night dinner in a ragged-edged can
a torn sleeve and a glove length away,
the candle’s flame dances to the light breeze’s beat
simmering soup – the delight of my day.
Snowflakes swirl, glistening in the park-side streetlight
dampening the commotion of the city’s zeal,
insulating me from an adjacent world
every bit as tangible as it seems unreal.
Across the void frequented by cars and taxies,
through a broad window a crystal chandelier
randomly casts colors on a spotless sidewalk
but a stone’s throw from where I sit here.
Within, warmth ... evidenced by the occupants’ attire,
postures free from frigidness’s curl,
ample libations promote abundant smiles,
carefree, in that so-distant world.
Lively eyes caress the smooth complexions of exuberant revelers,
their every word dripping with snooty aplomb
but know this … only the lurid iridescence of obscurity
is tolerated within the chandeliered room.
Such is the condition of the simple poet,
overwhelmed by the obscurity,
mandated by the masters of the minion members
of PigPen Poetry.
(please don't ban me for my irreverent insolence ... I genuinely have great respect for the masters of the minion members @ PigPen!)
fim 8/7/13
Barren limbs sift the light from a gold-medal moon,
infusing patterns on my leave-strewn floor.
Rough bark against my back, through a dilapidated jacket
collar raised, huddling knees to stay warm.
A late night dinner in a ragged-edged can
a torn sleeve and a glove length away,
the candle’s flame dances to the light breeze’s beat
simmering soup – the delight of my day.
Snowflakes swirl, glistening in the park-side streetlight
dampening the commotion of the city’s zeal,
insulating me from an adjacent world
every bit as tangible as it seems unreal.
Across the void frequented by cars and taxies,
through a broad window a crystal chandelier
randomly casts colors on a spotless sidewalk
but a stone’s throw from where I sit here.
Within, warmth ... evidenced by the occupants’ attire,
postures free from frigidness’s curl,
ample libations promote abundant smiles,
carefree, in that so-distant world.
Lively eyes caress the smooth complexions of exuberant revelers,
their every word dripping with snooty aplomb
but know this … only the lurid iridescence of obscurity
is tolerated within the chandeliered room.
Such is the condition of the simple poet,
overwhelmed by the obscurity,
mandated by the masters of the minion members
of PigPen Poetry.
(please don't ban me for my irreverent insolence ... I genuinely have great respect for the masters of the minion members @ PigPen!)