Tag: poetry
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Against the Ropes
A pool of light ahead, spilling onto the road from a barn light or a closed gas station. The inside of the car is bright for an instant, then dark; except for the muted glow of the gauges. Your thoughts return. They are never good thoughts. Being alone with your thoughts is like being alone […]
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Secrets
Mind your secrets my love Each one weighs you down A small leak in the bilge It’s nothing Until it’s something .. Some like a dragging anchor You stand watch Lest you’re dashed upon the rocks .. Each waits for the misstep The drunken slip of the tongue The friend that didn’t know You weren’t […]
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Girl On A Bike
A blazing hot day on a treeless city street The sky so bright it hurts your eyes Heat bakes off the pavement Broiling the air Midwestern summer . A couple walking their dog Laconic, saving their energy . There is no traffic You can hear the quiet . Then a buzz saw sound Carbon wheels […]
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What They’ll Tell You
They’ll tell you to take it easy To slow down To be careful You’re not what you once were You could hurt yourself Or others You’re vulnerable You’re harder to teach Naturally You should get rid of some of that old stuff It’s just clutter Just memories Just your memories Just your memory cues…the things […]
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Lonely
Lonely is not in your head It’s in your gut If you’ve felt it you know . When the feeling in your stomach Makes you double over That’s loneliness . When the feeling in your stomach Makes you cry in pain That’s loneliness . If you are merely alone If you are missing someone you […]
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The Jazz Club
Packed in close The tabletops barely big enough . A candle Her purse Your drinks . It’s cold outside You wore overcoats She wore a hat and mittens You smile, because she’s cute She smiles because she knows it And you know she took her time To get the hat just right . But now, […]
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I Saw You Walking In The Rain
I saw you walking in the rain Your raincoat says you planned it Walked out the door in the pouring rain Not to get anywhere, just to walk . Likely a young mother Which is normal in this neighborhood But no dog on a leash Which is not . What compelled you to walk now […]
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In The End
In the end. It won’t matter. That’s a lock. You can hustle. You can flex. Live your best life. But the only thing, Will be the one, The person, Holding your hand. © Glenn R Keller 2021, All Rights Reserved
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Quiet
Somewhere between sunset and sunrise We exist, brothers and sisters, In our nether world Shared with more productive denizens Servants of the light dwellers Police and trash collectors And tough waitresses at bad diners They inhabit the world because they have a purpose We inhabit it because we have none . The quiet is a […]
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The Long Sweet Goodbye
The rails had seen better days So we crept along at a snail’s pace Under big blue midwestern skies Young corn, wheat and hay flanking us We stood in the open vestibule Taking in the fresh air Feeling the heat Of that early summer morning We stopped behind a row of tidy houses Eating breakfast […]
Glenn Keller 