365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Thirty-Four

dead plants keep me.
been too long away.
from Baltimore, hon.
and home brings peace.
unknown in any.
satellite location.
longing will begin.
as soon as I pass.
the skyline, and.
know the Harbor no more.
the City that Bleeds and Reads.
I’ve done plenty of both.
here, while catching up on other worlds.
to erase the sting of drunken fights.
before, knowledge is power.
can never have enough.
especially as a woman.
even in these modern times.
blind me with smog.
and urban decay.
Baltimore stings.
and it’s better this way.

Advertisements

About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

this side, that side

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: