Monday, August 8, 2011

Poetry from Ireland #4

Inescapable

Sitting in front of a window
Girl with the braided hair

Can you see now?
Are you even there?

Cars fly by on a littered street
as piles of loud teenagers
and screaming kids
run about on the sidewalk below

Leaning out further
she sees, the broken glass
she hears, the chatter,
the horns, the barking

An array of sounds
that collide
to create an explosion of noise
that swirl around her
Creating chaos in the air

Girl with the brown eyes
Sitting on the window sill

Looks inward
to the place where she dwells

The sight of the same faces
with their same smiles

blurring together

The sounds of chitchat
and loud laughter

echoing through
Creating lies

There’s chaos here too

Girl with the sad smile
Looking to the window

and into the clear sky
where the planes zoom by
and the birds fly free

She sighs and thinks

"That will never be me."

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