Zigzag.

The funeral of a
kiss is lonely.
We mourn in the
silence of the
air. Standing like
frozen scarecrows
and the birds are
no more.

Stupid clocks tick
extra minutes and
we cannot wait
the day to end.
Bored. We are the
clever scientists
inside the jar of
comedies.

I choose the East,
you go the West.
Our first parting
is our last meeting.
We chase our own
dreams. Breaking,
this is our
beginning.

 

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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12 Responses to Zigzag.

  1. Love the last passage!

  2. Schofie says:

    “We are the
    clever scientists
    inside the jar of
    comedies.”

    Beautiful imagery, man. Keep it up.

  3. suneelmehmi says:

    I enjoyed the first line. It was beautifully crafted and very evocative.

  4. TaniWrites says:

    The way you’ve written this poem is beautiful. The imagery is stunning, and I can’t stop reading.

  5. mr gahon says:

    I enjoy seeing the growth of your poems. Excellent job! Keep on writing.

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