FLESH
Your beguiling vagaries
Fill my captive ear,
Teeth biting
On tender pulsing places;
The pain reminds me
I am flesh.
I have not lost my soul,
Nor become robotic,
As you might think.
Strength builds,
Holding answers
To unspoken prayers.
You have not won;
Do not turn your back.
COUNTERPOINT
Dour city blocks,
Sidewalk velocity,
Misery concentrated,
Isolation accumulated
'Til the sax player goes home at dusk.
One bedroom park benches,
Nuances and murmurs
A harmless barricade,
Keeping silence at bay -
City counterpoint.
NEON NIGHTS
It is midnight;
Airborne grit
Settles like ogredust on windowsills.
Music from passing cars
Assaults window panes
Which rattle
Like glazed marimba bands
Along yawning alleyways.
Tourists swarm the Westside;
The Eastside is for the fearless,
Neon lights blinking tirelessly,
Artificial lightning
In a summer thunder storm.
It is midnight;
Gritty air is a soiled blanket.
We are all homeless tonight.
Carol LaForet resides in Bucks County, PA., is married, and has two grown
children; she just recently completed homeschooling, the second child going off
to college this fall.
Having had over 90 poems published in more than 40 literary journals and
magazines, she writes daily each morning before going to work at a local office.
She writes from her expansive imagination, creating condensed pictures of
emotions, places, and truths.
Carol graduated from college with degrees in Elementary Education and English Literature. It is her dearest dream to publish some manuscripts someday.
|
