Here is a po’m I wrote myself
sitting at home
looking on my shelf
Candy on the mirror
sticky candy stain
Five dark thoughts I kept hidden in my brain.
I’m hiding on the platform
I’m waiting in the crowd
The day is dark and rainy
The congregation loud
I’m leaving through the entrance
I’m climbing up the stair
A woman walks past with black wavy hair…
She’s standing in the corner by the tunnel near the train
Candy in the mirror: image still and sane
She’s sitting in the carriage; I step into the rain
(She’s left me once before and she’s leaving me again)
I can barely hear the time call through the murmur of the throng
Reflections in my mind now …Candy don’t be long.
hellmelon
has a great flow.I like it.
VelvetGirl
i like it very much!
mss3
Very nice! The metaphor could be read as a delectable treat, person or both.