Objects without a story

Not lionized or accursed, not a source of wisdom or song Objects without a story, unburdened with sentiment; devoid of outward interest, lacking a beginning and charm Pitiable and stagnant, awaiting their decaying epoch, as no roving eyes pause upon them, disabused of desire Resigned to dwine in their shadowed box unbidden They abrade noContinue reading “Objects without a story”

Wasted words

He writhes and tries beneath the watchful oaken knots bleeding down the panderous wooden doors They silently listen to his silence, but react only to the tumult of enamourous heartbeats behind their truer sides Imperfections in the window panes warp his warped view of the painful imperfections he’s been shown Dissecting his reflection, and othersContinue reading “Wasted words”

Invisible

The shadow, swallowed by the darkened corner The below average, bringing down the curve The dead, overshadowed by the crying mourner The straight-laced, out done by the crazy swerve The teardrop, melting in the scalding shower The single note, dropped in the concert hall The whisper, lost beneath the voice of power The mighty tree,Continue reading “Invisible”