RDP Sunday: ACTION
Michal Wywiors
Why am I sitting here
on this bench, in the cold all alone.
I guess I’m waiting for a monster to call my head home.
I want to write a story
maybe a movie or a song
about monsters looking for place to call their very own.
If I wait long enough
on this bench all alone
I hope the Monsters find me
before the Medical Examiner does
and the Funeral directors show up
and take me to a home.
RDP Wednesday: DECOR
Andrew Wyeth
I followed the shadow
shaped like a woman
who was dragging her broken leg behind her
she was pushed down the road by the last rays of a cold red sun
floating like a leaf,
soundless, brittle, where was she going I wondered.
I followed the shadow
shaped like a woman
who was dragging her broken leg behind her
to an empty house with dusty windows
shaded by the skeletons of apple trees
they were never alive, I do not wonder
I followed the shadow
shaped like a woman
dragging her broken leg behind her
into a room with bare plaster walls
nothing alive in it’s walls, the attic is empty
the kitchen is as dead as the basement
We are alone
the shadow of the woman with the broken leg
and me, all that’s left of she could have been
two lonely shades, decorating the walls
of an empty room in an empty house
shaded by dead apple trees.
RDP Monday: FANCIFUL
Gertrude Abercrombie, White Cat,
We waited for the knock on the door
we waited for the phone to ring
we waited for that crunchy crunchy swoosh sound
that cars make
when they pull up the gravel drive in front of our house.
But nobody ever visits us
nobody ever stays for very long
nobody wants to sit in the parlor
with
me, my cat and the picture of my dead Aunt
staring at us from her coffin
that is hanging on the wall.
Unknown
RDP Saturday: Hiraeth
JOHN ROGERS COX, “Gray and Gold”
Under dark skies
along unmarked roads
passing through towns that died
when no one was looking and nobody cared
I am trying to find a home
to rest my bones
and put my spirit to rest
maybe the sun is shining there,
but I doubt it.