hymn for her

walden freeman

after the bombing
i stepped outside
to see firsthand
the damage
that consisted
of beautiful flowers
and flowing vines
vascular like a body
of picturesque highways
with orchestras marching
between gridlocked cars
and hostages deployed
from the trunks
that were left unlocked
by stressed and tired passengers
in charge of terrorism
and shredding notes
who never could quite
fit in or even feel out of place
properly
i folded my hands
laughed and laughed
until my face was red
and my eyes were filmed
winking at angelic waitresses
with perfect teeth
used to distract me
from financial discomfort
i raised my bottle
toasted appliances
and broken bread
i stumbled about
covered in cotton
and absorbing any blood
not still in my face
but i was confronted
by a mural
on a chalkboard
and bored to tears
hungry to a fault
angered by guardrails
the stairs are staring
straight down to devils
that are swabbing wounds
with sulfur and charming
the solvers of puzzles
of porcelain plates
we'd shattered
in front of our friends
with trembling hands
and quivering lips
i told you i loved you
once again, amen

walden freeman

**mapped by orchestras marching

deadnote

i like it

Corey Lynn

This is very good. Sometimes it is hard for me to get through poems...they have to interest me in one way or another. This one I read three times and noticed that every time I read it , I saw different imagery. So many great lines here. No need for punctuation..it flows independently. Nice.