Looking at the Shiny Metal Screws
Shiny metal screws in the back of my mind
Sleek steel plates guard what’s inside
Shimmer in the light
Black leather and white
Steel plated couches
Brick walls
Subway tiles that speak into my life.
Air filled with beans
Fulfilling my caffeine needs
And in my reflection on the wall
I see you and I fall
Low hanging lights
High ceiling flights
Gray skies and long sleepless nights
All carried in my pack
The one I threw down
The one that seems to hold my whole life
Among the fumes
memories hang
In the orange glow
Hearts have sang
On the orange walls, blood stains
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Author:
Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
I like it, the first half I am thinking of the commute and then the line about sleeplessness and the pack and suddenly its about homelessness which is quite a contrast.
Thank you kindly for the comment! I'm really glad to have a reader!
Very expressive and great images - I don't see homelessness.... just reflection and wonderful background images of the coffee smells and subway tiles....... Loved it........ did I read it correctly?
Thanks for the kind comments. Actually you are close but neither of you interpreted the poem the way that it was written. I find it really interesting the meanings behind the words that resonate with different readers. You are correct about the reflection and the coffee. 🙂
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