Grim Images

Photo by Sandra Seitamaa on Unsplash

From the edge, I see

A progression of revolving faces

Swirled in smoke from a thousand

Fragmented rooms…

Faces that overwhelm these

Breathed-through walls

With a satisfied perplexity…

My heart races for

A face that withdraws

From this scene

Where shades of doubt

Drape walls of fear

In a seemingly distant

Rapport of rapturous souls…

In my mind, I am not there;

I am not part of a loving pair

In these rooms that are bracketed and bare.

Amid this revolution of Friday night faces

Prepared for such perplexity,

I scan each horizon to scale

And move into a new, but

Not too distant corner,

Looking back in self-dismay

To a day when rooms

Will be satisfactorily peopled,

And I, less symbolically arranged.