Proverbial Walls

Whether kept at arms length or ten thousand miles away, 

Irrelevant still feels the same...

 an original "Word Whisperer" chapter

A poem by Harlon Rivers

It’s a long way up and over that proverbial wall 

to explore the dark side of the moon

Lessons lesions left scars years ago,

still leaving the unresolved tracks of my tears.

Some things we learn so slowly

and yet moments fade past like the shadow of a dream



Whether kept at arms length

or ten thousand miles away,

Irrelevant still feels the same.

You saw me naked through a prism

The light of sober truth knows no refracted disguise

It cannot be blocked by disbelief’s fading light



There was a time when

being simplehearted and true blue

was something relevant to be.

But then came fallacies of blame

Remorse for misguided shame

Allowing dark imperfections to be seen.


The boundary walls

are fortified castles in the air.

The mote is deep and wide

When building bridges fail,

your tall tower walls

have got to fall some day.



While dusting off the confusion from a vanshing dream,

I feel like a lost stray dawg,

fetching a barbed wire bone.

Too hungry to know

that what the illusion of love showed

was only teasingly toying with me



Your fortress walls are a maze of protective halls

Unrequited love is a tethered ball and chain

Ignore a stray dog and it’ll disappear

Back to the solitude where sleeping dogs run free...

Don’t throw him a barbed wire bone just because he’s starving.

He’ll howl from the dark side of the brokenhearted moon, 

when your done just  set him free... 

© 2012 Harlon Rivers