Lost Poems
Like castles build in sand
The wave of time has left me nothing
Of letter or rhyme, I made
Since my hands stammered my heart
In broken spectra of words.
My childhood is lost, and manhood's bud
Like ash in the forest fire
Is blown away. Clean swept is the night.
Pages of time, all gone
Day's memories, loves, hopes and pain
Nights I love the best
And metaphors of clouds becoming rain
Weeks stored in words
Sentences etched with months and life
Is chewed up with paper
The rats left nothing but pictures in urine.
Poverty had no safer place
For piles and piles of cellulose and thought
But where cockroaches eface
Soft monuments to breed an illiterate brood.
They made of confetti sheets
Beds, crawling with lines of poetry. So prove
Nothing is immortal here
For every written word candles to an end.
Lost poems like melted ice
Pages of my life, evaporated in moist dawn
Things I confided to words
The beauty of the mist swallowed by the sun
I am still an obscurity here
Literacy preserves nothing except in stone
Pale words and blemished page
Poems lost, vanished presence and history.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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