#mannequins
Mannequins in the shop front window,
The new years batch take their seats,
Lined up on display, unknowingly.
Between words you lick your lips - quivering
Under your brow, behind your eyes,
********** each body in the back of your mind.
Little lambs to the slaughter,
So meek and so mild.
Just as your precious Herbert
Speaks of his young bride.
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
She asks,
how can you be happy
living in this
no bedroom ********
that somehow gets smaller
with every sigh?
We weren’t supposed
to be these people,
happily moving hot air
from one place to the next.
We are like mannequins now
every aching minute together
same faces and no new words.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Oh, those store mannequins
with their pretty, empty heads
and unending, plastic smiles,
are forever standing, never dead
on their small, well-heeled feet.
As prime examples of fortitude,
they’re ready to make a sale…
at your expense; smug attitudes
can be imagined, as they strike
poses with ease and flexibility.
Do they mirror us, as placeholders
in Life? Having potential energy,
.
they remain lifeless in display Hell;
what things about us, do they tell?
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Author Notes
Inspired by:
Store dummies and Prov 16:28; Matt 7:1-5
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC