Obsessing the obvious,
riding the winds formal haunt .
Stepping sideways across the
alibi of dawn .
The nearness of morning weeps
On blossoming cherries.
Feeling slated and slightly weak .
Sad eyed conversations.
Trying to to find her level ground
seeing the big picture
through the smallest details.
Knowing there was no alibi .
Just having to learn to live with the truth
through misty waves of planetary storms .
Her thick socks soundless on the hard boards .
Secrets from the Elder’s age
the thief of dawn
past a narly oak .
Speculating on Arabian horse
carrier alibis .
Washing morning from her feet .
Prancing horses ,
sad brown eyes
on the move .
She slept with the window
cracked open and
awoke to a gentle rain .
She pulled up the covers and curled,
but finally woke to the soothing
sounds of birds .
Her alibi was broken by
soft conversations
about art poems
with elusive meanings .
The Coyotes alibi
stretches the dawn .
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2018 20:20
- Comment from author about the poem: I have no alibi
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
You have no alibi, so you were there! And that awesome poem proves it!
Glorious use of the language in what I would call an abstract work and all the better for it.
Beautiful write so full of great imagery.
Love the artwork.
You've no need for an alibi here Bill. It's awesome!
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