James Kelley Poet Free verse

The Tower Fell

I remember the Busch can tower in the corner of the room;

We made the trash in our lives a game.

I remember the wasp nest strangling the ceiling,

the rusting walls of the trailer house, the light

that wouldn't shine through.

Lightning struck the heart of a broken home,

as hill country winds threatened to take 

me away.

I remember the anger in your eyes,

as you ran my horse down,

to teach it a lesson.

"She's gotta be broke son." 

I remember how you sauntered,

cradling your ribs after being kicked off 

that bull.

Drunk, 

Nowhere. 

I wish I remembered more,

I wish I could remember the sound 

of your voice,

or the things you would say.

But all I can hear,

is the faint buzz

of a wasp nest;

Xena Warrior Princess,

just out of tune,

Crackling.

Echoes of thunder claps,

the tower falling.



-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.

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Sheri Fresonke Harper January 16, 2014 at 6:08 PM Excellent tale of remembrance of someone who impacted you strongly, good emotion. James Kelley January 16, 2014 at 6:59 PM Thanks Sheri, this one was a bit hard to write.

Karen Ruff January 5, 2014 at 2:12 PM Wow. Very vivid. Good use of the metaphor of the cans for the broken home. James Kelley January 5, 2014 at 4:33 PM thank you Karen