Goldfinches and Reapers

By lupus tenebrae

The idle chatter of reapers
and the goldfinch between them
fills the coming of evening.

Comparing and contrasting
their feathers and gauze
while walking sticks are motionless,

playing red-light-green-light
in between breezes, in between
a starving poet's glances.

It's a trick of a treat, it seems,
an inanimate in-joke
making a lonely heart smile.

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Published on Monday, September 24, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Pretty much a behind the scenes poem, what happens in between the good stuff.

Comments on "Goldfinches and Reapers"

A former member wrote: i felt like i was trapped in a car in a traffic jam watching signal turn..waiting for my own demise... kinda confusing too!! sometimes i wonder where do you find your inspiration :) thanks for sharing :)
On Monday, September 24, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

Got it - and where would we be without those starving and lonely poets craving some modicum of recognition, cheers dude!