Monday, April 15, 2019


strained love,
no more communication,
nigh on a year,
been breaking the soul,
there’s no sign,
of the never ending heartache,
see how it hurts,
all up in the air.

flying high,
to get me past the viper,
wings cut,
by the angel standing by,
 father time has his moment,
leaving them all,
in a state of despair.

hot wind,
blows from the mouth of fools,
one feels,
the time has arrived,
a world spins,
while a dream is put together,
a tower of gold,
heading straight for the sky.

all eyes,
reach out for the ending,
circles squared,
as it falls  to the ground,
no screams,
upon the shattered landing,
flight takes a fall,
now there is blood on the sand.

Author Steve Boddey
For Poetry Pantry


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can feel that up in the air feeling, and lurking heartache. Really love "a world spins, while a dream is put together."

Wendy Bourke said...

Lovely lines of poetry in this eloquent piece. And I love the title. This is writing that gives me pause … my favorite kind.

Mary said...

I find a lot of hot wind blowing from the mouths of fools in these turbulent times. Waiting, not so patiently, for the dream to be put together!

C. Sandlin said...

That poem took the initial picture in an entirely different direction. Hoping that the resolutions are better than anticipated.

KB said...

Love the new pic xxxx

dsnake1 said...

Umm, i hope the ending is not what i imagined...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Strained love, yes! And the weight of the relationship is still carried upon one's shoulder .. sigh.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Such vivid images!


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