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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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NATHAN A. BAKER
Candles 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. |
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