"Imagine your friends getting closer to your imagination," by Poet
Dawning ...
thinking sleepers,
entries processing norm,
advent instants absorbed purpose,
visions.
Drawing ...
mental pictures,
banquets divine eyefuls,
humankind imagines its goals,
blueprints.
Devise ...
managed control,
targets fastest shortcuts,
proven values access success,
brainstorms.
Dreamer ...
taking pleasure,
building airy castles,
lighted tunnels edging extremes,
awakes.
Categories:
eyefuls, destiny, dream, extended metaphor,
Form: Cinquain
Impressive
behemoths
iconic eyefuls
clutter its
cortex that
is of the
manmade
plateau as
it rises from
end to end
sloping in
its outstretched
suburbia that
is hunkered
down as its
supportive
role model
surrounding
the panoramic
scope of its
hub, the
lifeline both as
survivors in their
own respective
appearances,
branching
outwardly made
up of smaller
towns and
villages of
cul-de-sacs,
mom & pop stores,
schools, and
playgrounds
that sorts out
as a piece of
a miniature
Americana
being its
salvation
from a workday
to a night play
a microcosm
of endless
tearing down
and building
up in this
city of lights
a metro-cosmos
that never sleeps
amidst tomorrow
eyes . . .
2020 January 26
Cityscape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
eyefuls, city,
Form: Narrative
I know we could make it.
You’re bashful;
You grin with the innocence a temptress feigns,
Spouting out outrageous eyefuls
Of an open garden gate.
Prodding thoughts that tiptoe up to high heavens
And crack down like lightening,
Like bodies from buildings when they hit cement;
You are the long-lost riot I dreamt.
You take hot baths and listen to Bach and hide under the bed;
I sit at your feet and gawp up at you like you were unreachable,
A star in the dust overhead.
I know we could make it;
You and I go together like salt and wounds,
Like a moth and the moon,
Like spools to a loom.
You were the fall that came for me too soon.
I only write when I am at the tip of unsteady introspection,
And can see death from above.
I only care for you because you are the last person
I know I’ll ever love.
Categories:
eyefuls, loneliness, longing, love, love
Form: Rhyme
Dreadlocks and smiles
in teardrops and eyefuls
which fall gracefully
and remind all look skyward
Hands held and voices
and right or wrong choices
which pull us together
and make us move forward
Lean in and step close
to ones that you love most
which never will leave you
or doubt who you are
Shoulders and strong arms
to cry and long lean on
which carry you bright
to your sky, shining star...
Categories:
eyefuls, family, friendship, life, love,
Form: Rhyme