warehouse turns to a
cathedral of images
as the sun bursts thru
the window, poising
in a half dream.
A samurai-like warrior,
made of sunbeams,
is out of time with the world,
like the broken hands
of a clock.
The graffiti up on the
wall, tells it like it is, and
seems to deny the winter
and war-torn floor, one
last effort to pull itself
together again.
For PROMPT #107 at Read Write Poem, we were asked to create a poem based on the following image.
Very nice descriptions.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. It's so difficult to pull oneself together again and it does require a lot of denial. Excellent work on each level.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed how you crafted the sunlight to transform the old warehouse. This was beautiful, Henry. Thank you for sharing! I hope the coming year is prosperous and full of love and good health for you. =D
ReplyDeleteI like the cathedral of images and being out of kilter like the broken hands of a clock.I feel like this a lot of the time. Lovely poem
ReplyDeleteHenry and welcome to the site.I can see the family resemblance to Gerry but you are better looking!Happy New Year to you both.
What a nifty image: the sunlight as a samurai in armor
ReplyDeleteI like what you have done with the image Henry....thanks for sharing this
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