When tearful loudspeakers
wails, conveying somber sofa solitude
in everlasting songs of biting fog.
It’s raining heavy spoons,
jaded by your thin onion soup
lukewarm with regrets.
Sour wine in glasses sad –
bending into muddy whines.
hear empty flowerpots
in cheerful laughter as the
smug stairs paint my toe-nails blue.
I’m knocking the ferocious door
of your roads less traveled.
Not even angry candlesticks can
clear the soot from cranky paintings
of this blues.
Marina over at dVerse Poetics has us make two lists, one with things around you, another with adjectives describing emotions/feelings. Cut them up, randomly pick pairs and weave them into a poem without using abstract nouns (such as love, passion, jealousy etc.).. pub doors open at 3pm EST…