Poetry 'n Prose

Sinew and Stone

I parked under neon lights
Hanging my head
Embarrassed by the beautiful figure
Of a woman
I’ve seen you somewhere
Out there before
Breaking through layers
Of my dense consciousness

I stood there silently
Introducing myself as some pilgrim
In search of the real
And real was strewn
With poly-junk-can-litter
In the modern world that
Could have had depth
And important things to say
About everything.

Then I felt a fragile imperative
To tell you some unspeakable
You had me believing in a purpose
To be lovers
You had me seeing with your eyes
And this believing,
Unaccustomed to giving in to fate
It was curved
in sinew and stone.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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