Sunday, June 14, 2015

weeds sprouting out of your mind


I pick the mouthpiece
speak secrets into it
you think I will gossip
but I read out a poem

stanzas as sharp as razors
when I wrote it in the bath
a storm was brewing in my heart
(my skin so bronze, not that it matters)

why do you have a lopsided view
your thoughts always sour
you find blemish in all that touches you
as you always have been doing

I will always keep that fence erect,
now that weeds are growing around that
obsolete phone. 

"I am still speaking into it, assuming 
my poem might inspire you to write a few songs"

11 comments:

Kathe W. said...

run away from negativity......well done!

Gail said...

Prompts artfully combined. Well done.

Berowne said...

Fine response to the prompt.

Anonymous said...

Well said.

DEE DEE said...

Lovely thought

Maria said...

Nothing like disappointing people with positivity. Keep it up!

Jae Rose said...

What a vivid poem - perhaps that phone can be pruned and new friends called...though easier said than done

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

If I were expecting gossip when I answered the phone, and the person on the other end started reading poems to me, I would be speechless! (Which, for me, would be quite unusual!)

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Sandra said...

amazing metaphors !

humbird said...

end always means new beginning is close...like how you symbolize the phone...

C.C. said...

to keep speaking inspiration, even when weeds are growing over.....that is some determination of optimism! Lovely.