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Moment of deception
by Richard ColinsonAs I squatted down to look
You came down beside me
To hold my arm through my sleeve
And I felt every small motion of the fabric
Each tiny rustle
You looked concerned
As your brown hair framed your brown eyes
Your lips set slightly open
And starting to tremble just a little
"What's wrong?" you asked
As you followed my gaze
And I had to say "It is nothing.
Just a crack in the pavement
That looked like some money
Or something else
That someone dropped."
I stood up and I didn't say
That I'd seen the crack spreading
An inky blackness connecting up
All the many cracks that ran
Right through this shabby town.
Put it away. Smile.
Lighten up and look round
Your face is now okay.
"Come on" I say, "Let's go.
We have all afternoon." 02/11/2010 Author's Note: The author needs to get some sleep.
Posted on 02/11/2010
Copyright © 2024 Richard Colinson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/12/10 at 02:30 AM What a grim little echo of the Southern grotesque, the rotting foundation of small town living, the fetid and primordial ooze waiting to spring up from the ground and retake what belongs to it...couched in a seemingly benign moment's pause and the subtext of ignore it and it will go away...you hope. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/12/10 at 01:19 PM Or is it the realization that there are cracks in life that can spread and devour a relationship? A very interesting write either way. Welcome to pathetic. |
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