Drawing the Line

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Through the weeds

something grows

as I lean my head against the glass

rocking gently

staring at the passing gallery

 

Listening to a dull

t ka t ka tkat…t ka t ka tkat

between stations of time

because “life sucks

from who was and wasn’t here

on the line into the city

 

were  we ever

really

there

for each other

 

YOU 4 ME

high school equations

don’t often last

 

Bubble letters in the dark

plastered and floating

too easily

popping insults

spraying them on the air

around us

I Was here…now… I’m not

 

Love, peace finds its moment

on an industrious wall

plain battered with nothing to offer

but a canvas

to colour

that says…I’m back

but not

in bold black outlines

 

For dverse Meeting the bar, Grafiti Poetry

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14 thoughts on “Drawing the Line

  1. Love, peace finds its moment

    on an industrious wall

    plain battered with nothing to offer

    but a canvas

    to colour…you capture in those lines graffiti at its essence….a canvas, of love hate and recognition, something to leave to say…i was here…but now i am not…

    smiles.

  2. Thanks for taking me on this train journey of memories.

    “I Was here…now… I’m not” Expression can often be fleeting – a thing of the moment – and I wonder how many remember…

    Anna :o]

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