Chris G. Vaillancourt Poet Free verse

Winking With Open Eye

Where the road crosses
       and
paths overlap; Where
daggers sharpen and intertwine,
there the standard
                answers will reply,
"I'll be there.
Look for me,
I'll be there."
 
Walking and living, they have
            been done.
   People walk in the door,
         others leave by the window.
Some voices have been heard,
                  others forgotten.
Sunset or sunrise, neither really
                           matters.
Water pours into a tub.
Sins and lies neglected
                    by the washing.
"We really like the same
               sort of ice cream",
I think as thinking becomes
               yet one more surprise.
 
And so we can stop fabricating
          excuses for not being nice
                       to one another.
Instead pick the thread
              that promises
                     compromises.
"Be of good cheer!" the
            mumbling metal monsters
                  mutter as they wink with
          open eye.

 
"I'll be there.
Look for me,
I'll be there."

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Rosann Fode February 14, 2014 at 6:12 AM Beautiful poem.

Poet Destroyer A January 22, 2014 at 11:02 AM Chris, enjoying this one all over again... Very deep.. LINDA

Skat A January 20, 2014 at 10:33 AM with my eyes wide open, so we were once blind. interesting post Chris, many thanks for stopping by. Skat

Pam Woolford January 20, 2014 at 9:35 AM Hi Chris I see you are new to the Poetrysoup Clan. Welcome, I hope you enjoy it and meeting all the guys. This is a great poem. Well done. Pam Woolford January 20, 2014 at 9:39 AM I meant to say that you had an awesome imagery throughout this poem. I will look forward to talking with you again. Thank you for stopping by my work Pam xoxo

Poet Destroyer A January 19, 2014 at 6:11 PM Sunset or sunrise... I will be waiting to be crossed to the other side... Chris, I like the scenery change in your poem. It goes from sweet to deep. awesome style (free-verse)...xox~ LINDA

Poet Destroyer A January 19, 2014 at 6:02 PM Chris, first I want to thank you for stopping by my work. I'm not as active as I wish to be. However, here you find me taking my time, just to visit YOU--The New Poet...:) Linda

Joe Maverick January 19, 2014 at 5:12 PM thanks for the visit to my page and your comment, i am happy to have your write; and wish you all the best through your time here.