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Week 28, it
rolls on and on. Three poems today. One with a photo. All of these poems are a
work in progress. So, feel free to suggest any cuts or edits. Thanks.
Stalemate
A chessboard of
emotions;
everything
looks black-and-white
but so many
moves,
so many
possibilities,
so many traps.
A myriad of
options
make me scared.
Frightened to
step forward or
sideways.
I know I can’t
win
by staying
still
but then again
nor can I lose.
The crane
The crane
giraffes her neck,
and looks over
the water.
She’s stood
here longer than
she cares to
remember.
Her friends
have come and gone
like the ships
that set sail,
but one day
never returned.
Now she stands
alone
and surveys the
empty dock.
Where pregnant boats
once crowded,
now cormorants dive
for fish and hang
their wings out
to dry.
Where tired men
once toiled
now pigeons roost
and coo and take flight
through broken
panes.
The day is fast
approaching when
she too will be
deemed unsafe,
then dismantled
piece by piece.
And the final
reminder
of an
industrial past
will be melted
down for scrap.
Lopsided
A lopsided love
affair;
I was your
future,
you were my
present.
We were
destined to become
each other’s
pasts.
Thanks very
much for reading. See you next week for Poetry Friday 29.
thanks :-)
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