Random Sighting

Outside the window

a ginger girl stands

in two different socks,

grey and neon,

with her floaty blue dress

dissolving into the sky.

Her phone

is the focus  

of her attention.

And across the street

a long, crane arm   

arcs a wrecking ball

toward the inevitable

block wall.

This is just what the title says, though I feel a bit like I am taking part in a public bird count or something.  For PAD and NaPoWriMo, and you.

See No Evil, and So On

     Image provided by Lolamouse

We are the plastic people

who live in a store-window world.

Our blind eyes

look past the bruised women,

over the frightened children,

and through the drunks

who bless us

as they ask for bus fare.               

Our stopped up ears

tune out gun shots, whimpers

and cries of injustice

from filthy alleys,

school yards

and our own kitchen tables.

Our calm smiles

cover over mouths

wailing with hunger or

gaping in horror.

This is “normal”

this is “fine”

this is the status quo

we do not disturb.

Keep consuming, spending

and pretending

everything is

alright.

For we are the plastic people

who live in a store-window world.

This is for IGRT where Lola has given us a variety of pictures to write about.  It's also for PAD and NaPoWriMo.

Frame of Reference

Image from myrevelment.com

Patterns are superimposed.

Shadows cut through sunlight.

Boxes are filled, labeled, filed, closed

with smart economy.

There is comfort

in repetition and regularity.

We can predict

with certainty

where the next line

will be drawn,

and the next.

But step through

the open door

and beware

the lavish beauty that awaits you.

Here's an offering for G-man at FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.