Behold the ghoulish beauty,
the elegance we find
in everyday places:
tired rioters
holding each other up, exhaustion
exhumed from discarded weapons
of mass distrust;
the joyful egg
bounding through a flower bed
with the crack
of a breeze winding it forward;
the hungry musician
ensnaring a wheelbarrow, merely
a mistaken muse
inspiring labored hymns;
and me – I
sprint to a parking meter, a wild
armed mime escaping
from a box only I can see.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for BrewNSpew Cafe weekly prompt “ghoulish” – visit and congratulate Eugenia on 4,000 followers!
Your work is amazing, Phillip! The last verse is an unexpected stunner! Thank you so much for joining in.
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great creativity, you made me smile 🙂
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There is some excellent imagery in this poem. I enjoyed the read.
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Thanks so much, Sherry!
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It’s definitely all in the way one looks at it. 🙂
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Definitely!
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Fabulous imagery in this one! ❤️
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