coming alive in seconds


coming alive in seconds
is like dancing dancing
to the sound
of the one time falling
a breath of music
hrobbing in shabby dwellings
down steep sides of hills
where heart-life is but
a small puny bargain

I called you one night
on the magic telephone
but there was no bleak heaven
to accept the charges
darkened by the dark splendor
were charges
forestall impeding silence

I saw you leaving it all
to invisible hands
scurrying for increased profit
in sands of no more
I saw you there and stayed
while carving walked with you
in a different part of town




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-03 at 23:26

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very interesting. Magic telephones can be so demanding.
2015-05-04