Above this dusty relic phone
Laughter spring sentience
A map of soles
Connects body
Instep…
Movement calling arches;
Come in arches—
Convivial apogeesfor filigree Mechanisms fuse wire, ligaments It’s cliché to say when you least expect it Like news, dropping bombs without warning To lose yourself through charged sentiment
Returning to amend again
Biochemical remnants
Stains memory into the glass of years
That should forever
Never
Stand
Your silence…
Five-alarm warnings, imploring, before life ends Regrets that, meant, honor, discontent, mendicant More when voices Distill vibrations… Rendering whispers… Most soothing…
Feathered sighs…
Intimate
Do I spy falsies?
Maybe that’s clear
Levity during tears for mortality
Intense, sears carving reality
As tragedy snuffs out waning night
Death pronouncements through the tunneled ear
Cease climbing toward the apex right
When singing bird chirps fill the morning air
Yes, I’m missing sweet words The ones that we hold dear Recalling felt a soft smooth face
Even hang ups, wrong numbers Just wishing love to hear
___________________________________________________ Want to listen to Eavesdropping? The above poem was written for One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. Rob Hanson took the fantastic HDR photo. Today, it is Part 2 of Mr. Hanson’s interview with Chris G. at One Stop Poetry. Awesome photographer. Go check out the interview.
Forgetting, over hours
Details under interrogating fluoresence
When machines mend
This antique Elizabethport Singer
Will bind sturdy seams again
Holes in ripped jeans
An old weblos patch
Then I’ll pay the pub a visit
Talking over 2 buck drafts
Pouring to home; a smile basks
Planning new tapestries
The artist tips his frosty glass
___________________________________________________ When Machines Mend reading… The above poem was written for One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. Rob Hanson took the fantastic HDR photo. Today he is interviewed over at One Stop Poetry.