Saturday, December 6, 2014

One Among Many!

We search for words.
Between arrogance and innocence
I trail the noumenal
through a cluttered back yard
of tempting sins
past a blood spattered gate
and hate-filled bins
down a street littered
with fragments of self.

Who reads poetry anyway?
In this digital age
of words and feelings
wrapped byte packages
judged, deleted, forgotten
with the swipe of forefinger-
magisterial dismissal of worlds
birthed both with, and without effort.

Who wonders at a single leaf, on a summer's tree?

                                                                       ©niall oconnor 2014

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