I had written this sometime back. I changed it a bit to post for 3WW.
Album
Excuse me, I want no part.
Rather be anywhere else,
watching the world pass by.
Who wants to look
into a folder
noshed by a filthy grief-
nurtured by festers of hate?
As for assorted stamps,
you classify the lot.
guess, you still have place
in that record of yours.
You will fill each page
and add some more-
you will collect pessimism
in that imaginary album
of convenience,
for eternity to come.
Once again you have excelled yourself
ReplyDeletesometimes people are portaits of their own metaphors. you image the toxicity well.
ReplyDeleteThat is very sad. the images were excellent
ReplyDeleteAren't you being a little harsh on the folks at Guinness Book Of World Records?
ReplyDelete*steve, you are biased!
ReplyDelete*ozymandiaz, some people can never see the bright lights. They are steeped in gloom. They bog us down too
*pia, welcome. Thanks.
*h.e./donn, I speakth the harsh truth, brother! You contending?
Hi Gautami, this is very good with really strong lines.
ReplyDeleteSad and powerful and enlightening. It's nice to see some more poetry in 3-WW!
ReplyDeleteWow that was great! Thanks for stopping by. :)
ReplyDeletelove the usage of your words.
ReplyDeletenoshed by a filthy grief-
nurtured by festers of hate
:o)
Have a perfect weekend.
I am going to recommend this poem (and this page) to a friend who needs to read these words.
ReplyDeletei could almost feel the forceful pressure of the pen (or keyboard) as you wrote this, such powerful imagery. another masterful write. :)
ReplyDeleteid say this is simple, and just nice. the simple routines of people in time will become something complex?.
ReplyDeleteThanx for the great comments in me blog. rEALLY appreciate it.
rax: We all know how such people poison our minds too. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteghost: How true! Thanks.