A massive iron cage, brick,
sand and cement, rising
to become a home of human happiness
Hail, hail, concrete father
Hail, hail, the high-rise
A nest for human dreams
Those who are building
my house, I wonder,
where is their home
I have arranged it beneath the clouds,
a canopy of rain, would someone
come to be the bride and groom
A night by the swimming pool
beneath the water, blue
lights
A round of bickering first thing in the morning,
then all day long, thinking
about married life
At the very top of a secluded balcony
blooming
dahlias and chrysanthemums
Caught
in a spider's web
a shiuli flower
Tom and Jerry
Popeye the Sailor
ha ha ha
Tender hands
the racing wishes
of coloured pencils
There is love
There is no love
Love
In another life
perhaps, yellow
wildflowers
A cat and a pigeon
in between
me
It rained in the afternoon
the evening
feels beautiful
A gopuram
magnificent
the Dravidian land
Fallen leaves, fallen feathers,
their new moons
and full moons
The day drifts away
there is no shore
nor is there a boat
London growls under the tread
of diesel driven dreams.
A stork visits,
an attic full of discarded toys.
White mice sleep in pajamas,
made of childish nightmares.
Barges reek still, just as when,
sweat was as common as dirt.
A window in Baker Street,
opens to let pipe smoke out,
it uncoils in the air
like a left-handed genie.
Meat mongers return to their,
gore-soaked cradles
before the dawns leery light.
The city is a fable,
there is fuel oil seeping,
through tunnels and runnels,
where entrenched gutter snipes
lie low and wait.
Denizens' crabwalk
along Regents Street
barking Chinese commands
at oppressed corgis.
Stately towers are pressure washed,
until they shed a dark sunlight
that fractures ferrous raindrops.
Tenements sink under the weight,
of red carpets
until the blood flows
out of them.
London by night,
is a veneer,
a crust
of low expectations.
Glow, flood pours the town.
Thunder is rumbling.
A girl drenched with rain.
The friends locked all doors.
saddest end, death looms
friends restful bedrooms.
3st place win
Tableau 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Photo chosen: 6
Date written: 03/27/2021
her knowing gaze, no school book to hide my excitement
For JCB Burl’s “My most unforgettable moment in High School” Monoku Poetry Contest.
Poor folk line the bottom floor
While the educated are in the middle
Because the rich MUST tip the top
So they can condescend to the little
Oh, I'm not being judgmental
I have been up and I have been down
I have been in many positions all around
When I decided to stay on the ground
....floor, and struggle no more
What is so confounded important
At the top that isn't at the base
A value, a belief, a position...power
That declares one has finally located a place
.....in the grid
I suppose, most don't know a truth
There are supporting beams only
And the way to stumble upon this knowledge
Is by falling through the gaps of lonely
In the building of the HIGH RISE
The one thing you avoid, is alone
You wants groups, clusters, gangs
That think and act the same, in their home
I've always been alone, so I can see
The system, the pressure, the lack
And what I have found is that lies
Will always pay you back
....for believing, and receiving
........any and all rewards
Nope! No HIGH RISE for me
I have chosen to be
.....free
..............from all encumbrances.
Guess that means, no promotion!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-08-2019
Wandering past bungalows
Sneaking through high covenant areas
Setting servants and dogs barking.
I go home
Desperation crawls in to the heartlands
As dawn crawls in.
Bastards!
They’ve built towers
Everywhere.
Down below I will build a house no bigger than myself
There will be no roof and no walls
I’ll step out into the darkness
If you are nearby one day pay me a visit
And please, plant me a sunflower
For a little glow.
secluded high rise
picnic with a view
rare day off for both of us
enjoying each others company because of each other
no conversation
your head on my shoulder
air conditioner at a respectable level
no thermostat drama tonight
a kem cd playing
imagination standstill
the back seat is full
our minds are completely empty
tomorrow we explore
tonight we just enjoy this moment of stillness
secluded high rise
dancing slowly now to the rhythm of our heartbeats
high rise
telescopic view
from all windows
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