By Literary Means

Slipping into ellipsis

The caesura stirs

Periapsides converge

Then

Merge

Oological

Yolkish claims

Inanity birthed

In feathered frame

Fading fast the nether glade

Until

There is that sudden absence

A primitive cursory preemption

Stifling

The energies

Into

Prosiopesis

…the ice covets the skin.

Empty Parking Lots

40 watts

Dim, ample though

Plenty light

From that man-made Sun

In the darkness’ fading shield

Skylines bloom as they reveal

Rooftops, like castles, majestic and grand

Despite the broken shingling falling down

The first topping of frosted sheet

Winter’s voice is not as far as it once was—

Only days ago—and then the ice becomes confetti

Something…Maybe

Something…yes

Sometimes I sit in vacant parking lots

To watch as the empty lines fill in

Scribbling memos to my self

Verses to recall on some future calendar

…and in this suburban

Isolation,

I wonder…

Where have the poets gone?

It's yet another Tuesday, and to answer the last line of my poem, simply head on over to D'Verse, where Claudia is hosting Open Link Night. 

Really, If you haven't checked it out, OLN is definitely the place to be on Tuesday for a great mix of great poetry.  So I highly recommend that you head on over there, have a few pints of verse and while you're there submit one of your own, there's a crowd hoping you will.