We Write Poems, http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2011/06/23/prompt-60-write-here-bigger-now/, challenge for this week is to expand last weeks challenge to write about your immediate area. Now they want us to step outside. It turns out that I lead a boring life on a boring street, so I have to go to my normal fall-back position: assume the identity of someone I met during my police career. This time is a little different because my character is female. She is quite real, but I took some liberties to fill in parts of the background I never learned.
This does not feel finished, so I’ll probably revisit it before the We Write Poems posting date on Wednesday. If anyone has suggestions, I would love to hear them.
by Mike Patrick
Beyond the heavy drapes, a world awaits;
a place where strangers’ motives are unknown.
I peer between the blinds; unfeigned distaste
erupts like bile. I want to be alone.
A simple walk, from here down to the store:
one hundred paces, blocked by terror’s dread.
The sight of open space congeals my core,
perhaps I’ll find a better place when dead.
Across the street, a group of children play
and laugh upon a set of rusty swings.
Old memories leapt back until a day
so long ago, to when my soul had wings.
There was a time, when love surrounded me,
my heart, so joyful, sang his name out loud.
He lost his life to keep our country free,
my room, in pain, transformed into my shroud.
Locked up in here, I know I’ll never find
another love to pull me from my door.
I am resigned to live a life maligned,
by those who cannot know, forevermore.