Dark is the alleyway in mind
That leads to actualization
Down litter tossed streets
I still walk searching

Seeking the part long lost
To memory’s recourse
Down dirty streets filled
With discarded refuse

Anguish looms in silence
No one speaks or recognizes
My presence… I am alone
An observer in a world

Where discarded dreams
Burn on shelves; wax candles
Reflecting dimly the flickering
Light of reality’s passing

Old Wounds

The redness is fading now,
And except for inclement days,
One would barely notice
The faint thin lines looming

As reminders to the sadness
Just beneath her delicate and
Fragile porcelain surface;
Beauty is much too fleeting.

Elegant glazes fired at hotter
Temperatures will often crack,
When elements of exposure
Weaken the composition, with

Running lines that checker
Crisscrossing reality’s realm.

Nathan is a carpenter/poet living in the mountains of Tennessee.
His poetry has appeared at Red River Review, Tamafyhr Mountain
Poetry, Lily, Underground Window, Zafusy, and Blue House.

© 2007 Underground Voices