Perched. Quietly.

Perched. Lurking.

A homecoming
overture to dance
snidely rebuffed

former friends
wronged, promises
not kept, purposely
broken

someone left behind

Threats made in anger
bitterness and betrayal;
jealousy, envy

Sitting, watching.
Stoic yet tenuous, sinister
yet benign, stone cold
and weathering
watching, waiting…for…?

They are all here
gargoyles on my soul

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About poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.
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