Lovers idea-lies bosoms and eyes.
We were too blinded by those pretty skies,
Chanting the promise of “a summer’s day”
Colorful smoke rings were guiding our way.
Then pop-popping bubbles were the new game,
Checking the Good Book for eloquent names.
Crayons and promised trust hold these cracked walls.
Still, my womb’s little-ones need pedestals.
While promises linger, memories bleed.
Changes once sought after, drive you to leave –
The train… now rolling trick- tricky-trick-track.
Deceitful perceptions cracking my back.
No touch of a hand, barren and bare,
While passionate promises wither away.
*Author’s Note: This post is in response to a prompt given by Mark Kerstetter, host at dVerse – Poets Pub. The aim is to “write a poem inspired by Giorgio de Chirico – the man, his art or one of his works in particular” (MK).