Three things

feet, bricks and rain

that's all this April Tuesday is:
my paper-smooth feet against sanctified,
red bricks as the sky wipes
away my tears with its own.

An old woman with a broken
face asked if I'd like to buy
seawater, 100% natural
and great for healing scars.
My skin tingled but I said no
and then went back to watching
my feet bathe, like fictional birds,
in a puddle the bricks had collected
just for me.

She shrugged and continued
walking down the street,
muttering about worms
living in the brains of the youth.

I hugged my scars close
like attic-light holds dust
and heard Lake Michigan
call out my secret name,
the one only my heart's tongue
speaks, over and over
with each wave-crash,
echoed through the rain.

Reviews

[Jack...]

This poem was thouroughly satisfying and beautifully penned. I love the creativity and the direction this piece took. You gathered a collection of seeming unrealted thought and formed them into a magically touching poetic work. I find your imagination sees with a different light than most. I loved this poem.

[eglantine]

always wonderful to read your reviews Jack. Thanks for stopping by!

[quinfinn]

eglantine never fails to paint beautiful or intense life into her poetry...i felt myself standing in the rain and the water pooling around my bare feet on a cobblestone walk...and you hearken back to Lake Michigan once again, obviously a very special connection for you. awesome write, just marvelous!

[eglantine]

thank you as always quinfinn :) Hope all is well

[quinfinn]

all is well, yes. thank you for sharing this poetry!

[Winchester Saltgunner]

Elligant

[Frieda P]

Bathing you feet in a puddle of bricks, sounds like hard times, sounds like acceptance to me. Accepting our scars and being able able to speak our mind. Love ' muttering about worms, living in the brains of youth', that's money!

[eglantine]

Thanks Frieda

[Talal Hussain]

Beautiful composition, loved it :-)

[eglantine]

merci