I stand to watch where the step opens to the snow
listening to them pass me by and I wonder
When the questions are asked and the opinions given
when the talk turns to their joy and my mundane
I wonder should I stop and think for what lies to tell
To follow the scores, to shout at the strippers
To dance with the rest on crystal floors.
The ice twists in to my skin and I wonder no more
Such craziness is beyond my thoughts
My path through the fog is unclear
Thorns strip skin where roses shine
thoughts bombard in rapid succession
their heritage the fore-bearers of the books
and dreams I hold within and absorb from outside
I close the door and let the strangeness win.
(C) Frank McGivney 03.02.15
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That’s a terrific poem! Love it.
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Thanks vaska
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