PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Shaking walls of light reflection dangle
perceptions within and without my ever

growing permission. Doggerel spewed
in increasing venues of deception as the

kettle boiled over and the water rushed
the truth. Danger flicks its metaphor across

the dirty house which contained the
last emblems of the tattered shirts worn

in the battle. Screaming voices filled the air
and the children dashed about in obvious

signs of terror. Jewelled hands can hold
only half the true rejection while the

radio blares its dejection upon the
deeply stained water glass. There are

fresh oranges on the table which will
be smashed as the ceiling crumbles into

pieces around the wedding photograph.
Inside the television the man was talking

about the incidence of obese animals
running through the zoo and the bells

start to ring as the opera singer sings
the end of the melody she learned as

a young girl. There are spiders glistening
in the rafters waiting for their chance

to spin their webs around the tension
that has developed. Martyrdom is

called for in the never ending drama
unfolding in the aluminum box, and the

dungeons are opening in excitement
anticipating the prisoners of love that

shall be deposited within. Wailing pain
permeates the very walls and so the call

begins for reinforcements as the dogs
begin to bark. In the dust, only hate.