A Poem by Lori Brown Boniciolli



                                                      The dog husband
                                                      chained to a dead tree

                                                      paces frantically.

                                                      He is waiting for his work release.

                                                      The doll wife

                                                      bound to a cold leather chair

                                                      beckons wanly, frozen limbs falling.

                                                      She is waiting for her freedom flight.                      

                                                      In lost time

                                                      the faithful furnace booms,

                                                      walls settle peacefully,

                                                      and dust bunnies dance gaily

                                                      under a comfortably worn couch.



© 2016 Lori Brown Boniciolli

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A chilling scenario...

I found the last stanza particularly interesting. I don't know why... It seems reasonable and enigmatic at the same time.

Thanks for sharing.

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Lori Brown Boniciolli

2 Years Ago

The last stanza is for contrast. Thank-you, Charlie.

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