Chris Green Poet Free verse

Puddles Reflecting Death

Passages trail the utter existence
along brick faced wanderings
with puddles reflecting death
in the vast wasteland that calls
from bled out dreams

I listen to the footsteps,
eager to please, left by the curb
beneath graffiti warnings
in spray painted quotes
dripping with ease and intent

Their cadence sends 
splashing ripples onto 
nicely pressed slacks,
collecting glares from bus stop loafers
with exact change and nowhere to go

As I find my existence
fading in the far back seat,
staring out of a smeared rear window,
exhaust fumes wave good bye
to the nothing I have become

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Paloma P November 9, 2016 at 11:13 AM That rear-view is always painfully destructive, don't leave it in park too long, very sad within an original concept. Chris Green November 9, 2016 at 12:56 PM I'll try to remember that. :) Thanks so very much my friend.

Kitty Ewiakiat November 9, 2016 at 3:27 AM Thank you for commenting on my poem. This one of yours really grabbed me. There are many times when I have felt the same in the anonymity of commuting. The final stanza is eloquent, and the metaphor is powerful and dragged me into its lair. Chris Green November 9, 2016 at 8:05 AM Thank you Tanya for reading and commenting on mine. It was my pleasure to visit your poetry.

White Wolf November 8, 2016 at 5:44 PM Stop looking backward Chris, as you are aware we can't change the past only learn from it. But I'm on medication so it's easy for me to say this. A very touching poem. Chris Green November 8, 2016 at 5:47 PM Sorry man but that made me laugh, but then again your sense of humor is priceless, you always seem to make me laugh somehow. Thanks so much Rick.

Ralph Sergi November 8, 2016 at 5:40 PM Hi Chris: Poignant but powerful. I envy your style. Great stirring write! Chris Green November 8, 2016 at 5:42 PM Thanks so much Ralph for your visit and kind words this afternoon. I'm glad you enjoyed this one

Heidi Sands November 8, 2016 at 5:32 PM Such a sad poem ! Prayers you are not feeling like nothing especially with the gift you have for writing as Dee says. ... *wonderful poet. Chris Green November 8, 2016 at 5:41 PM Thanks so much Heidi, honestly it is just a poem, I thought I'd give everyone a little break from the love poetry. You know, when you've had too much sugar sometimes you need a little salt to change the flavor up a bit. :) I truly do appreciate your kindness my sweet friend.