Fighting
Words
In my mind, I can imagine
a conflict never found in
walking life
My words push an enemy
they are
rough
and
a scuffle
on the floor, bare-knuckled
tooth-chipping exchange
even as I sit still and craft
words, the wrongs unpunished.
Book Borrowed
He is the book borrowed,
the tattered corners, left on the shelf
a bit too long, pages passed over,
smelling like a stranger’s home,
then passed on to the next reader
a few more critical marks
added in easy-to-rub away pencil.
Regal Portrait
An image of the king
with a collar around his neck
a face that searches for an heir
or a pair of missing slippers
An image of the queen
looking like plaster, her face
as warm as castle walls
are imagined to be
An image of the whole family
now, posed still,
waiting for the day
their reign will meet its end.
A poet searching for metaphorical philosophical answers.
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