"plitcher" poems
Looking absentmindedly
Into the swirling water
Hearing without listening
The plitcher, platcher
Following with empty eyes
The leaf flowing unpredictably
He thought about his life
Or rather, absence of life
He stretched out beside the brook
Looked up through the trees
Into an ocean of flickering light
And marveled at the beauty of the stars
Calling him to get up and dance
But with a heavy and empty heart
He turned away from their beauty
Back into his dark mind
There should be a 911 line for
Broken hearts and broken minds
A shelter for people like me
The homeless of the heart
A church to welcome lost souls
Wandering through agony and pity
But I guess this place right here
Is as good as it gets
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:23 AM UTC