Amateur Poetry and User Submitted Poems

~Perspectives Over Time ~

Smiling charades of duplicity touch gently
The early morning steaming hollow log
Known only to the unknown creatures
Working illusion into rhyme

Passive wooden eyes bear witness
To faraway glimmers hovering
Deep spirits rustling the shady oak trees
See the essence of art in their blank stare

No holy perspective from which to judge
The truth of time as form or shadow
Thundering parades drift into silence
Still all remains as all appears, again

~I'm Outta Here~

How a name can fade in the daily ascent of the sun, how one enthusiastic blackberry vine can climb across the cracked and rotting vinyl seat of a truck, weave its way along the steering wheel, and spill onto the dash, pressing itself against the smoky glass for whatever light it can find.

I have seen the remains of a door dangling from its failing hinges, left open by the last son who stepped down from the cab and walked in whichever direction was away.

A son who walked until the field, truck, and trees were no longer visible and his sneakers had slapped awhile on the hot blacktop of a country road, who finally stuck his thumb into the face of a passing line of cars and caught the first ride...

Outta here.