Norman Lordan(N.J.Lordan)

As I wend my way through The maze of cobblestone alleys That is Boston, Massachusetts, I turn my collar up to the cold Breeze coming in off the Atlantic. The streets are full of ghosts, And I blend in with the witches And goblins seeking sweets. My haunting grounds. #FromOneLine

Fragments of me, Scattered for all to read. Yesterday's pain Is today's poem. Be careful when interpreting, You never know what you'll find. Many are the twists and turns In the labyrinth of my mind. For in this maze There lives two: A Muse to guide me And the monster I am.

You once viewed the chains Binding your wrists as fetters Meant to keep you in control. Too many believe just that. Strength does not come From holding on too tight. Trust begat Love. You chose another. Love let you go. You seeking to return is when The Dominant me says no.

Burnt umber is the rain Falling silently to the ground To be caught by the whirlwind Of memories swirling at our feet. The summer leaves change As the green love of then Matures into something vibrant, Different in hue, but Beautiful. Pumpkin season is better With your kiss.

"Aesop" Ants scurry in the dirt, Pincers moving gravel To fill the hole in their path. A man leans on his shovel, Cup of black coffee steaming In his other hand as he watches. A grasshopper jumps across Traffic in a rush to work Barely missing the pothole. @RealisticPoetry