Below is the poem entitled Praying which was written by poet
Dobbs. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Opened light fixtures
have us all believing it’s day
but the clock’s stuck on two
and party-goers are bubbling with gladness
At this hour,
Dark coffee keeps truckers awake
coffee merely stains the cathedral, star sky.
and music vibrates like strings of christmas lights
The night is young for us to worship.
On the rooftop-
scattered solo cups.
On the lawn-
stumbling scatter brains.
But in the next room,
That’s where you can find him.
Playing land minds dressed in flannel.
I had higher hopes to rope him along,
Now I’m in the next room waiting.
Catching the but end of jokes.
Cracking the wisest lines,
and fumbling through short sighted stories.
Why is it that when you finally come walking in,
I’ll dart my eyes?
Why is it that when you finally come waltzing in,
I’ll talk to another guy?
I guess I’ll mosey my way into the next room,
and fall asleep.
Why is that?