So many leaf silhouettes, veined kites,
my dog chasing invisible lofts of air
waves clearly ruptured by pristine
colors. Church bells fondle wooded
steeple chasers, bringing in chorus
behind shrouded heads. Uppity
bitches dressed in clinging ivy
fronds smell of sewer vermin dipped
by wilted Chinese hands. Lower
my head vowing chastity as parched
lips caress a berry flavored shot
glass. I can hear their closet
crying from locked alter doors,
pressed into clairvoyance by winged
prophet demons assailing a truth
within a truth, within a lie. Cold
chills lifted by singing triumphant
chords dangled from breathless
weeping willows. My dog barks
at clear crossing shadows drifting
evanescence sung from silent
children with heads held high.
Praying chants uplifting,
stop the abuse, stop the abuse.
Please tell me what you think
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this is beautiful hit really close to home i'd like to thank you for writing this it's wow.
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Thanks for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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Powerful write, Charley. Lots of imagery in this piece and I liked the part of weeping willows. It seemed metaphorical and symbolic of the pain that the abused can feel in life. Thanks for sharing and keep that pen flowing.
Haley Mary
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Thanks Haley for being a loyal reader. Always good to hear from you!!
Charley
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