November 30, 2012

poem 436 of a poem a day for 2012

painting by Clinton T. Hobart ©






acting

every wall
every mask
is a different
ghost chime
a separate
rattle toothed
wind through
leafless trees
a sleepless
November
on its knees
waiting for
the death knell
and damp bouquet
that hangs
just above
freezing
in want
the smell
of every line
in this play
is a cry
for more
of what
you have
to give
as an audience
shelling out
an organ
donor bloom

EJR ©

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