the pen is not a metaphor

the pen is not a metaphor
that birds sharpen in the morning
with lead bullets
fired in sullen oppression

a child is a dying father
a voice with a knife sharp edge
amongst the coming of age
in halls of raw encounters

the madness of seeing
small people
with eyes of rain
is a cry for more

the pen is not a metaphor
full of intentions
swarming with predictions
of a life that may be




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-04-23 at 19:42

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Rob Graber
Enjoyably enigmatic imagery here. I like especially "the coming of age / in halls of raw encounters." No coming of age without just such meetings...
2014-04-23


Nabeela Altaf
Loved it! You have captured something we can't put into words. Bravo!
2014-04-23