Stories from the road / the nowhere poems

 

Last night I
tripped 
over you,

walking 
half-awake
through 
a dream.

like magic

the curtain 
pulled back,

the wizard
exposed.

we looked
at each other
and laughed,

but said
nothing.

no time
to ask
directions

on the yellow
brick road. 

where past 
lovers 
burden our
backs 

like 
old suit
cases
full of
lies

and no 
place
is ever

called
home.

and true love

is just a

fairy tale we

tell ourselves,

 

so we are not

alone and desperate

in the night.

 

like this color

black on the sky,

 

it runs through

your eyes

and then back again.

we wear it

without reason,

only knowing that

we must.

 

or we would

truly be lost

again.
 

 

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Adam Whitworth

Tue 9th May 2017 00:03

Interesting poem David. I have to say I don't understand the one or two words per line thing, in fact I'd usually skip over a poem in such a format. I'm glad I persevered with this one.

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