John Lawless Poet Quatrain

City Sun Spots

City Sun Spots

He’s got a twinkle in his eyes
an aversion to cold prose
he recites – obliquely – poetry
a king without his clothes.

She’s got no laces in her sneakers
still they caress her dancing feet
as she pirouettes on concrete
floating down the city street.

They invite the crowd to gather
amid the rush hour din
overwhelm the teeming madness,
sound bordering on sin.

The creation of a moment
to distract the mongrel mobs
snarling as life’s leashes lead
to and from their jobs.

These sunshine spots of life’s alarm
awakening the long drugged need
to shuck the yoke of drudgery,
run freely as unbroken steed.

Embrace the wind’s sharp eye, keen nose
laugh at your shadow’s rumpled form
rewrite the moments into change
become the duckling’s inner swan.


©7/12/2017

submitted to – MID JULY STANDARD CONTEST

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Funom Makama July 19, 2017 at 1:56 PM You just unzipped the covers of my mind to the unprecedented worship of your adorable lines with a powerful choice of words that can't just be ignored. Showers of your wisdom is well palpated in this page and the only thing I can say is a big WELL DONE! Can't wait to have more of your mental command flowing through my reading mind.

Dean Wood July 13, 2017 at 11:55 AM "snarling as life’s leashes lead to and from their jobs." These lines hit me hard. A great poem about the busy stresses of life. Enjoyed it! - Dean

Daniel Turner July 13, 2017 at 7:54 AM I think my inner swan found another pond:) Great message John. Good luck my friend.

Chris Green July 13, 2017 at 7:08 AM Wonderfully expressed John. A beautiful poem with an uplifting message woven in.