Picture Poetry

These poems were written based on pictures. I have not included the original picture links with the words. Most can stand on their own without them. To see the pictures, go to Photographic Inspiration.

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Location: Ohio, United States

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Basket

My basket is empty;
it sits in a nearly barren field.
Unyielding steel, stone, and wood
are this day's companions.
Sparse grasses may hide
some long-ago secrets;
it seems unlikely. Yet,
I must hurry and look;
this destitution leaves me hungry
for words and possessions.
I only hope to uncover
some forgotten memories
to place in my lonely cart
and complete my thoughts.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Picture Imperfect

The picture wasn't so perfect
after Mom threw her dinner at it.
She was furious with me
and struck out at the wall
rather than throwing me out.

It was her favorite image
of her not-so-precious angels.
Hopefully, we can salvage
our faces and maybe make
Mom love us again some day.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Patterns

The patterns on my hands
match that of my dress. They're
almost the same color, too. I
suppose I shouldn't complain much
since they still house my rings
and continue to work most days.
The hospital bracelet isn't all
what I'm used to. My jewelry
shined brighter than my eyes
when I was younger. That seems
like a lifetime ago. My clothes
were nicer then too. And my skin,
I could go on forever...

...and who are you again?

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Winding Road

The road winds along the beach
and takes me further away
from yesterday.

Then, we were everything and more
until you raised your hand
and I left.

Now, I will get as far away as I can--
from the memories of you
and of us.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Unicorn

Unique creature,
mystifies us with magic
He is the best of all worlds--
selfless and solitary,
mythical nature.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Lunchtime Blues

The weather--perfect
for a ride on old trusty
sing the lunchtime blues
I don't want to go back there
let's stay for another one

I gotta have my job
maybe I better get back
forget the blues now
the bills have gotta be paid
even if I don't like work

I'm gonna be so late
because I sang lunchtime blues
hope I don't get fired
gotta get back to work fast
gotta make that paycheck last

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Help Me

I'm alone in my squalor.
A pigsty built for dozens failed
to keep gluttonous men
from breakfast. One by each,
my family and neighbors
succumbed to man's hunger.
I am left in solitary splendor
to await a similar fate.