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So Many Similes

I’m overwhelmed by similes
like assembly line widgets
blue yellow red green
a bluebird and cardinal mating in a yellow birdhouse on the lawn

Cut I scream
like a movie director
to a crew who
murmurs , whispers, casts sideway glances
like people at a funeral not knowing what to say
who seek the gray
who speak in phrases three words at a time
as if it’s a victory

Now they know how I feel
Almost

There’s more

Like a black train speeding through the dark night
with no one at the controls
pure adrenalin pumping
over the tracks
cha rit cha rit cha rit clip clip clip
and a man at the next station
ready to jump in front of the locomotive
like now
he steps onto the track
cha rit cha rit cha rit clip clip clip
it’s not what he wants
so he runs
like a rabbit back into the night
the train now where his foot was

Follow follow him
his legs pumping
all the way home
until, as he leans against the front door,
his four year old son asks
“What’s wrong Daddy?”

Like he can answer that ever
Like anyone but the kid ever asks

Cut.

So many similes

Copyright 2010 A Different Light

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When You Stand Like That

This poem is available in That Woman in the Wheelchair on amazon

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Gasping for Air

The Urge
don’t forgive it or excuse it or name it
Sail round it like a cape,
its high waves waving sensually , consensually
sea gulls screaming come on come on
 
 
Then Purge
All you hold dear, mostly, Dear Ones
Let them go, roll softly down your chest
Up and over until down and out
You stare, empty, at No-One Who is There
 
And Merge
Where nexus meets plexus, air grows thin
You realize, grasping your throat
As clouds swirl above
That a void cannot stand, even when it is true blue
 
You gasp for air
It is enough.

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Bits and pieces

If I flatter you with bits and pieces of poetry
Clever snippets to make you blush
Will you stand and praise the empty spaces
As the walls tumble down around your feet
Forcing you to lift first one foot, then the other
Until you fall face first
Into the rubble
Perhaps into pieces
A shell of a person left
As I scribble on into the night.

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It’s Pneumonia Child Pneumonia

My breath – shortened
Blows your way
Didn’t reach your cheek, my love
Must you strain toward me
Urging my lungs to try harder?

We said the P as kids
P-new-mo-ni-a
Blissfully ignorant of shallow breaths
Or aching lungs
Or night sweats beading on foreheads
Covered by a lover’s trembling hand
Until the morning sun rises
Another day
My breath- shortened
Blows your way.

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