[Corneac]

For Bri

A wavelength of poetry
that transcends, the earthly,
far beyond the murmur of telephone lines,
where sullen vultures sit,
surveying the human,
the society –it begins to cry,

the hunger of the wealthy
and the thirst of the starved,
the rutted bitumen of suburbia
to the dust and grey of skies,

the banal of the so called beautiful
and the fulfilment of so called full life,
the grey earthly shadows,
that weave in and out of living,
and yet also avoid the light,

we seem far from common,
yet in commonness we sit,
and in the wavelengths of poetry,
far beyond the vulture’s cry,
poetry, beyond musicality,
still weeps and in doing so
ask why,

I feel a poem, you write word,
I carve a metaphor,
and you align it,
like the highway to a curb,
I paint an image
and you draw with your truth,
and the vulture, seems naught so lonely,
as the world stops, just to listen,
to the otherworld of poetry

[Venomous Vixen]

That last stanza was my favorite! but the whole thing, thank you. Sideways and backwards in a forwards world... and lost in poetry for there is no one else for people like that.

[Gurdit]

it' 1:40am. I'm not qualified to write a review at this time, but I must say that I read it and I liked it.

It was simple (was it, or was it the effect on 1.40am on me>?).
Tomorrow morning, I'll try to review it with a bit more flesh.

[Corneac]

Thanks Bri and Tid...cheers you guys. Glad you liked it...