Poems from Painting Pigeons
Those thoughts that flutter aimlessly in my mind; always there, always in motion - the pigeons in head.
A literal understanding of this understanding would present more than enough reason to release these thoughts. Luckily for me, they (figuratively) mould quite easily into ink and thus onto the internet.
My poems are the thoughts of a boy/young man and, like most such musings, they often fall short of their potential
I would gladly appreciate any tips, corrections and/or motivation. :)
Don't talk to strangers! They're dangerous ye' hear;
thieves and rascals they are,
keep away from 'em me dear.
Don't smile or signal,
keep...
You stagger through the door, belligerent and blind.
Anger that only spirits could invoke - menacing - gleering through your eyes....
Twist my reality and throw shadow to my sight.
Burn all the frost and freeze the fire in the fight.
Conquer a chapter
and page through my...
I smeared a finger through the stars
that clung to the kitchen basin,
where you doused the embers at the tip of your brush
and washed away...
Moon-white,
struck bare in the shadow of the lunting sun.
Whimper the world, hush.
A blessing for the wordless road,
the great expanse...