It's still here, but in different places. by Joe Khanthe sunset came too early
and the crepuscular rays,
missing the unseeking eyes,
gave warmth to the hidden skin.
amidst the absent audience
a house was formed;
and slowly
children filled each room
telling stories of swings
and tires and creeks
filled with teeth from sharks
who lived with the dinosaurs.
one boy, taking his brother by
hand, pointed to the wall
where a nude portrait hung,
he whispered: "we are"
and the brother understood
and the brother disappeared. 08/01/2010 Posted on 08/02/2010 Copyright © 2025 Joe Khan
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/02/10 at 02:12 PM Weird, weird and very interesting. Very striking imagery as well. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/03/12 at 03:08 PM As if history is playing out in these few carefully selected, surreal images. Intriguing style. Thank you. |
Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 10/04/12 at 06:27 PM Memories distort with time, or perhaps they were that way in the first place and our minds simply needed time to see them. Very surreal. =) |
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