Welcome to Volume 9 of Quickwords, my poetry series. Here are some poems from the perspectives of three random things.
| The Boot |
| Light shines in from the window by the door Dust settles around the scratches on the floor Above you still walk, afraid of it no more Here I shall rest, feeling nothing but sore My brother’s face furrows, hair a tousled mess Respite is a gift that feels like it is less I catch my breath and waver free of stress ‘Til the warmth makes me miss the times of duress I’ll be here for burning, I’ll be here for cold I’ll be here beneath you for all the tales told Wear me out ’til I am crooked and old And know my life began when to you I was sold |
| The Glasses |
| I see what you see I see it all clear I see the whole world as I cling to your ears I am the gate that prohibits none I wrap them in packages to send to your eyes In such words a universe to surmise You set me down in the darkness I stare at the room, the door, the walls I stare at these things, I stare at them all It is an honor to serve In reverence and appreciation, I start to think I wonder the wonder of if I could blink |
| The Heart |
| The drumming echoes in the deep An applause to your virtue I heed not even for sleep The sake of this is you The world is an atmosphere I do not feel A distant life I try to know But the warmth of your soul tells me it is real Forever I shall help you grow I hear the whispers of every beautiful spark And I smile knowing the life you live Just know that though I am in the dark Eternal I shall continue to give |
