Art Walk Poem

Time Capsule

Harsh broken records

Shattered in shame

Drift back to a time

They had the pleasure to play

Rainbow of colors

Soft music galore

Peace signs and aphros

A time of much more

Rooms full of smoke

Lines on the table

poison filled cups

like tales from a fable

Urban Silence Poem

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Lonely day
Yapping of the family dog
Sounding on the block
As slowly I begin again,
Begin again to walk

Past the giggling children
Playing in the park
Towards the picket fences
White enough to see in dark

Past the welcome signs
Hanging on the doors
And scattered dandelions
Hoping for rain to pour

The silence now begins again
As the rain spatters down
Still walking down the quiet street
The noise begins to sound

Low and dull at first
The melody seems to beckon
As if to say, it were calling me
Calling me to reckon

Drawn to the harmony
I float toward the source
To the suburban home
The rain lingering, of course

The song begins to gesture
At it's depressing soul
Stuck in isolation
Longing for control

Sympathizing with the desires
I loiter in its presence
Now knowing I am not alone
It sooths my very essence