Once upon a time there was a man
Who had a life so boring no-one knew
That he was there, and nothing fun to do
But work a bit and drive a little van
And buy a Subway and a cheeky can
Of Redbull, or in summer sometimes two
Around and round the motorway he flew
Another almost was, and also ran
Or so it seemed. At sunset he would change
Into his costume and go up the street
And hide behind a lamppost. Oh how sweet
It felt, how surreptitious and how strange
They called him Hello Kitty Man. Hey, Hi!
They'd say, and oh so quickly walk on by
© Gail Foster 3rd August 2022
Categories:
surreptitious, character, humor, identity, loneliness,
Form: Sonnet
During our recent, year-long pandemic imprisonment, my room - which, objectively, is a very nice room - seemed to transform, late-nights, into a tomb. I had to open all the windows just to feel like I could breathe.
Night after night, when the lights were out, I’d lay perfectly still, perfectly awake until all-hours, listening to crickets. There must be a billion of them in Georgia.
Persistent consciousness can drive you mad.
“Why are your windows open?”, my mom would say, hurrying to close them in winter (to save heat) and summer (to save cool).
I wouldn’t argue - I’d just shrug, wordlessly and reopen them once she left. I seldom argue anymore - I surreptitiously do whatever I want to.
Categories:
surreptitious, 12th grade, anxiety, change,
Form: Free verse
Within the still of the seismic storms,
are voices lost of exhausted echoes…
Where words diminutively degrade,
amidst the condescending copious cyclone;
For upon the swarms of silent whispers,
mounting with ranting ruins of meadows moss…
And in the distance sacrificial screams are heard,
thus they faintly fade and are blown into oblivion;
Crystalline cries that never shout,
passing by arrogant air and egoistical ears…
Bouncing off calumnious Cathedral chambers,
surfacing on idolized ignominious ignorance;
For amongst their desolate drought of will,
their testimonial tears standing surreal…
Ten thousand neighbors, maybe more,
In their difference find their calling;
With vaulted voices silent they encroach,
for all is quiet in the eye of the storm…
And thus their catapultian chatter turns the tides,
Surreptitious storms scatter poetic justice thrown.
July.24.2019
Sound of silence Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Background music...Sad Violin & Piano
Best relaxing instrumental music-
'Rested & Relaxed'
With a female virtual voice
Placed 7'th...Thank You
Categories:
surreptitious, silence, storm, voice,
Form: Free verse
Silken linens scented of
last night's rendezvous,
still wafting midst
reticent moments,
cognac and aromatic
candlelight burning 'neath
surreptitious breaths,
as we unfurled
sultry seduction's poetry
'tween clandestine shadows
Categories:
surreptitious, dark, desire, love, lust,
Form: Free verse