The castoff pools in the gutter
Beating rain rolls over his skin
Coughing, spewing with a sputter
Heavy lids hiding a soul dim
Evil wicked days his wish away
If the rain could wash his dark heart
His soul lines gutters this day
So that I might lark in the park
© 2011 Michael Yost
This is so deep n dark and definitely poetic..
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Definitely a bit on the dark side with this one. I love the imagery in that first stanza. Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2011/02/01/footprints/
Thanks Teresa. We equally went dark this time.
I like your subtle rhyming here. Perhaps you should offer your poor friend in the gutter a cuppa java to warm his soggy heart. sounds like he needs that & a hug.
It’s a man with a cast off conscience. Coffee might help. Thanks for stopping by!
Striking, superb work.
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