Kim Van Breda Poet Free verse

Nonfiguratively Me

NONFIGURATIVELY ME

the day of the post mortem
trying to piece you together
a deckle-edged tumour slid 
into the picture…sad small
maple black coffin of
terror

roulette wheels babe-- able
to pull my own spills on
anything -- a hotel
lobby then corridors 
collective doors where
knockers look like
miniature knights of
shining armor
hanging 
swordless

only so far one can go
on Islands of pleasure
one mile long—Friday
nights are days off 
remaining six 
consist of
eight closet hours
of time—outside 
castle walls 
predictable 
daily
menus

new version of the same poem
an opening stanza
standing alone
to mess with
closed minds


Non-figura-tively

me


© Kim van Breda—18 October 2015

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Afolabi Muideen October 20, 2015 at 4:38 AM A very beautiful and an eloquent piece. I love the flow of your write, it was excellently conveyed.........A.M.

Liam Mcdaid October 19, 2015 at 1:56 PM Excellent piece of writing Kim wishing you a blessed week Kim Van Breda October 19, 2015 at 4:52 PM Thanks Liam.. appreciate the feedback and encouragement-- a blessed week to you too ~~X~~

Catherine Labeau October 18, 2015 at 8:19 PM and here you go just words if you tell me as a yellow ball I throw on the insist of a dog chasing it and not on ski but the sky to build a cloud or two and here we fly skating the flies the fleas and free for all and not a racket to pass the net but play tennis