ol' wives tales he said

ol' wives tales he said
lifting his tumbler
to the omniscient sky
in a misty lifted bar

the red crossed sky
reeked of invitations
and a further more
dead raters call law

seemingly accustomed
waylaid finds his key
at the perpetuity of errors
in a final play

it is the night of dead ends
a call for more
in halls of locked up
with lore and solitude

thus encumbered
the tumbler tumbles
'fore painted faces
and solitude on sight

lights go dim
wet streets beckon
afterthoughts halter
clocks are ticking




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-05-14 at 23:17

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The atmosphere you create with your words in this poem is so fantastic that I love to read it again and again, forming ideas and scenarios in my mind. I'd missed your poetry and I am glad to read it again. It creates illusions.
Ashe
2014-05-15


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I liked all of this of course, but stanza 4 is the one that hit me the most powerfully. I like the way you write and force my imagination to take the imagery as the meaning. Of course, my interpretation and how the words reach might not be exactly what you had in mind with your words, but just the same, what I take from them is an impression that means much to me in my own circumstances. So thanks for that, really appreciate your talent.
2014-05-15