John Lawless Poet Free verse

Crannied Walls

They cling, these city dwellers,
to crannied city walls
dusted with the exhaled indifference
of a blindly passing world.
Gasping in the fetid urban exhale
longing for the touch of errant bee.
Escapees of discarded flower pots
surviving on sporadic a/c drips
stretch to catch a glimpse of sunrise.
Rooted in their dreams of being free.

2/18/2020

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Jack Webster March 14, 2020 at 6:45 PM Congratulations, John. This is just so utterly lovely. Favorite.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 11, 2020 at 8:15 AM Back with congratulations! :))) xomo

Sam Kauffman March 9, 2020 at 4:30 PM Beautiful metaphor, John. And I love your image of "surviving on sporadic a/c/drips." Congratulations!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 24, 2020 at 9:24 AM I always stop to marvel. Been known to take pictures. Love this. My best to you in the contest John. A fave :) xomo

Daniel Turner February 19, 2020 at 12:34 AM This is a good one John. I can not imagine living in a city, especially all of my life.To know real freedom one must experience the pathless woods or a quiet lake in a small boat. That my friend is freedom! John Lawless February 22, 2020 at 11:38 PM Well Daniel I do find time to kayak on the River Charles and a few quiet ponds

Evelyn Judy Buehler February 18, 2020 at 11:40 PM A great depiction of inner city blues, John! John Lawless February 22, 2020 at 11:36 PM Thanks for stopping by Evelyn. The muse was playing with some urban metaphor