Passive Awareness

Coyote

A bowl

Just a bowl

Empty but for a rotting pear
and the core of a once green
apple

The shadows pass over this table
as the setting sun drifts into
the abyss of an Autumn sky

Darkness now

The bowl all but vanishing
in the solitude of a moonless
transgression

The bottle

Oh yes, the bottle

I can see it's outline
in the forgotten drag
of the day's last cigarette

Amber solace to sooth
a tortured mind and numb
a jaded soul

Until morning...

  • Author: Coyote (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2021 15:04
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  • L. B. Mek

    they Quench our thirst, serving us Bowls
    naively, we lap it up
    till, they callously Decide
    we're not needed
    then all we know, are the empty Bottles;
    as a remnant carcass
    of that Kindness
    we assumed was ours...
    Now, we search for whatever
    can help us traverse
    life's, bleak blanket of Night!
    'I can see it's outline
    in the forgotten drag
    of the day's last cigarette

    Amber solace to sooth
    a tortured mind and numb
    a jaded soul

    Until morning...'
    (a wonderful poetic read
    triumphantly abstract, yet grounded
    in all-things tangible and real
    thanks for sharing, dear poet)



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