Belatedly, towing a rust-worn Saab, where
many dreams and adventures are wrenched
from a youngster's brooding petulance ...
Gravel crunches under a pair of balding tires
guttural screaming to a downbeat of debt
spewing silently from a tattered billfold.
What a present: timely to an empty fridge,
in the hallway, a growing pile of washing
impatiently reeking of malodorous intent.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2022 04:54
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'guttural screaming to a downbeat of debt
spewing silently from a tattered billfold.
What a present: timely to an empty fridge,
in the hallway, a growing pile of washing'..
crisp clear imagery
a downbeat theme, but still
an intriguing read..
thanks for sharing
Thanks kindly. The attempt of dark writing at my 'desk' is a kind of vignette, not to wave a flag of surrender or defeat but to move with and carry through to some sort of closure, even if resolution may not be found. I hope that is what 'intriguing' signifies.
anything intriguing, garners attention
and has promise of depth, beyond
its initial appeal or theme..
makes you look for more clues
as to the depiction or message
the poet, is attempting to communicate
entices the reader to invest more time
contemplating what they've just been reading..
(I use it as a compliment, forgive me
if it seemed like I was being snarky
or disparaging)
again, thanks for sharing
But you aren't. I sometimes find myself commenting in similar fashion, appearing to be oblivious to the reader's state and just barreling away on a thought that has taken me afar off. Feel safe, and feel free to speak the way that you speak. Your disclaimer is much appreciated. Thank you for thus investing your time and mental energies, and even more for interacting and sharing that journey, in turn.
Yikes. Sounds quite somber, the "real life" is a bummer though; bills, responsibilities, you name it. Just hope you can make it out alive and thrive! Your poems are amazing!
Thanks Rocky! Life is what it is, but the Author of Life, He makes it what it could be. Thanks for the like and the inspiring comment.
I think I'd file that under 'grunge' - and non the worse for that . Definitely has echoes of my past....
thanks DDave. Hazy recollection can be funny when revisited.
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