Word Play

Metaphor, Moses

head bowed low, wet floaters' soles

i ascend from my father's car, him i follow,

cautiously i step, slowly, averting puddles

on a gravel-tar road, my walk dainty yet mellow,

in my downcast sight, i spot a skeletal, harried stray

is it irony? we head towards a pet care store.

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cooler than the weather, the unecessary AC spurs

me to ponder at my father's sunken sockets

though i have already looked away, murmurs

replace the voices, his and the keeper's

four are no more, two 'trapped' in home, 

two disappeared, while a pair bound to good fortune.

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how i have raved of you, us along the many

fragments of my love, now lost to thee power

pictured have i little scenes, my quaint fantasies

of good times, soul pirouetting company, oh! laughter

- your station nears mine sooner than later:

sherlock - my demand, a twin angst is in command.

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one joy, one life leads to another, 

the wait, arrival of new, fleetingly puts down the dire

when will this alter of cyclic demise falter?

a ghost of a reminder, steel gray quarantine-

an elevator, a bestseller, input to imagination mine

vague thoughts, messed up ideals, wrench me further.

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wind in the hair, a silent journey bound homewards

uncertainity hovers in the air, the drizzle speaking the unspoken

a heart heavying sight - an unused bottle feeder 

returned, still i feel a load clenching my spirits all over

what is it now? i ask myself, memories, worries maul in hoards

some real, some created ; somehow i manage, broken?

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i wrote only two poems last year.
I'm back from my sabbatical 😁