character actors…

 

iphone rings
set
to acknowledge
the callers
level
of
power
on
the
food chain
a
modified version
of
caller id
used
when
one accepts
society’s type-casting
casting
that requires
the
actors
each day
carry out
their
assigned
role
by
following
a well-worn script
of
self-importance
and
always
with
appropriate mannerisms
and
external trappings
suitable
for
any given
occasion
roles
can be held
for
a lifetime
or
until
the figure
in the mirror
reminds them
of
who
they actually are

 

two hundred and seven words…

 

life’s light never enters a window as soon as expected when you are a child having an endless nightmare that consumes each breath taken beneath the satin sheets and comforter carefully crafted by a now dead grandmother whose spirit seems to inhabit the fibers of this well-worn patch quilt that forms the magical protective armor against the dark knights, those evil spirits of hades, that roam the eerie dark corners of a child’s bedroom situated at the stairs’ pinnacle where a child is  certain that the heavy footsteps heard approaching in the late hours of the night must be his older brother so he calls out and awaits a response that does not come so with great reservation and trepidation the visor of cotton is lifted as his warm breath escapes from beneath the secured closed pivot-hooks of fabric into the cold battlefield air of night and through that small slit tearful eyes peer into the blackness and see not the form of his brother ascending the last step but surely the glowing red form of a devil who does not speak but moves slowly towards the bed but when he stares deeply into the visor it’s closed and the dream ends finally with day’s first light.

 

See:  Marie Marshall ( https://kvennarad.wordpress.com/2018/09/16/two-hundred-and-seven-words-10/ ) for the original version of this form of poetry…this poem was done with Marie’s fine poetry in mind.

reunion without reconciliation…

 

your words
of
understanding
and
forgiveness
cannot
be heard
for
the distance
between
the two of you
is
greater
than ever before
oh
there was a time
when
perhaps
your words
might have
touched
the heart
but
now
your words
cannot
be
heard
nor
can
the tracing
of
your tears
be
followed
by
those gentle hands
no
your words
cannot be
heard
even tho
you stand
just
above
the grave

 

the casting…

 

designed to destroy
artificial images
poured from hate’s cauldron
made from ignorance and fear
soulless asylum seekers