I search the prayers someone left scattered like magic beans

A forest of excuses darkens the sky.
Somewhere in there a boy cries

slipping on platitudes littering his path.
Sighs grow wild by the side of the road.

He’s been lost for days
in a language not his own.

Everything he says ends in ellipses.

I offer lullabies
spent too soon. Wilted now.

I offered lullabies
spent too soon. Wilted then.

Everything he said ended in ellipses.

He was lost for days
in a language not his own.

Sighs grew wild by the side of the road.

He slipped on platitudes that littered his path.
Somewhere in there a boy cried.

A forest of excuses darkened the sky.

I searched the prayers.
They scattered like magic beans.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________

Image Credit: Surreal image—face and landscape [wallpaperaccess]

• About
• Latest Posts

Babo Kamel

As a dual citizen, Babo Kamel resides in Montreal, Quebec and in Raleigh, North Carolina. Her work has appeared in the Greensboro Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, CV2, Poet Lore, and Best Canadian Poetry 2020 among others. She is a Best of Net nominee, and a six-time Pushcart nominee. Her chapbook, After, is published with Finishing Line Press. She holds an MFA from Warren Wilson’s Program For Writers. Her book, What The Days Wanted, is published with Broadstone Books.

Latest posts by Babo Kamel (see all)

• I search the prayers someone left scattered like magic beans by Babo Kamel - December 18, 2022