Abandon (Poetry)

I’ve been posting poems lately because I’ve not had the time to sit and write prose. I hope to do that soon. I would wish you all a happy new year, but I’m not good with greetings. So…




(For she who felt)


She is lying on the floor not sleeping

behind two chairs of green sitting

side by side at a glass table

like perfect gentlemen in

a meeting to decide the fate

of a world disarrayed

and long forgotten.

On the glass sachet of water

books open and not

green steel water bottle with dark lid

a dark router, dark computer, dark

wire curled with haphazard care atop

crumpled snow white paper

the contrast is striking.

She is lying on the floor not sleeping

everything is abandoned

plastic bag at her feet

pink shoes scattered about

brown shoes arranged religiously

like offerings to Morpheus

for a moment of grace.

Not sleeping

but not awake either

the sounds of life are gone as

the future of the present

she’s the spirit moving through time

as slippery as the heart that

ails her so.

And if the dark should come

and snatch sight away

like a penny in the wrong hands

and bring forth it’s creatures

and their croaks and coughs

she’ll still be lying there on the floor

behind two chairs of green not sleeping.

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