Free verse № 82556
Cold Rain Road
That black bird
Hunched in the rain on a pole,
Knows my soul for its similarity
And cries out once, without blinking.
But I am too distant
And he turns his head,
While the steel cubes of men hiss mindlessly by me.
They are blank, cars, and have no soul
And I cannot
Tell whether one might skid suddenly
And destroy me.
My fragile egg body
Walks gingerly in the wet
And I feel the same shame that draped me
When, seven, I pissed myself in the mall.
16 comments
i dislike: beginning a line with the word "but," steel cubes (a poor metaphor) and i think thats about it.
interesting but ultimately could be much better if you just wrote it all together like a flow and din't worry about. i might be wrong but this sounds like it was written at different times...there are these intervals..
I think your right about steel cubes too, but I haven't anything better to mind. I'll have to think about it.
It was written at different times, almost everything I write is, sometimes with years in between additions.
I also think I want to ditch soul in the third line, and just say "Knows me for my similarity." Whaddya think?
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