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Secrets of the Greenback Broche

by Curt Allday

"It seems the times have changed."

the raspy voice of this gypsy
echoes
bellows
but nothing
moves from his mouth there
quivering. sitting still
while
both eyes rotate
in their sockets
glossy, ragged
frozen but betrothed
by the mosquito
repelling
candle

he seems to be
remembering
something
anything
to make you feel
for a second as if
he is only
whispering

to you

but he can only be
speaking

to everyone
to everything

each syllable and phrase
pulsating through
space into your mind
disrupting the
most heinous of thoughts
waiting only to prevent
a progression

"afterall," he says, "it is the time to
stand fast."

the wrinkled coats
and glittering jewels
become mist
fog
blackened like the most fresh
crop of corn on the morning

mixing, diffusing

the faint, scent of roasting
boiling to the surface

you are awakened
the coffee brewing
the paper waiting to be read

the mystery hanging on you
like an emerald colored broche

with your head held high,
the new day awaits, yet
lingering only in the shadows

09/11/2006

Author's Note: Hmm, I have an interesting idea for these poems. I started to use old school kids mystery titles, thinking of putting together a series of them. This is a note so I can remember. Anyway, I found out my father has a serious illness months ago, and this poem is a metaphor for the moment I found out. Just some change of fortune that appears, stares ya in the face, disappears, and leaves you sifting through the ashes.

Posted on 09/11/2006
Copyright © 2022 Curt Allday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 09/29/06 at 04:56 AM

wow, i'm right there, watching this mystery of this character unfold. great line breaks, increasing the intrigue. love how you used sense of smell to transition to daybreak, and "reality??" i do hope you continue with the series. look forward to reading more. PK

Posted by Jim Benz on 06/14/07 at 06:11 PM

you not only have an excellent idea, but the poems to match. I'll get back and look at some more later.

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