“Motel Under The Turnpike”

Avocado green walls,
gold circle wall paper trim
above curtains of flower fields. . . .
my window to the world.

A mirrored wall
to witness what I have become,
only known to my soul
that I have seen the pain in it.

A desperate smile on my face,
trying not embrace the man
I used to be in the past,
yet it’s difficult to elude in a green box.

Two lamps for light,
one the light of hope. . . .
the other, one of the future,
something I desire to see.

A blinking digital clock
in Morse code, so to speak. . . .
save me. . . . save me,
as I dream of what could be.

A nostalgic black phone
to call the distant dial tone past,
the present. . . . or just
to say hello on this gray day,

long enough to realize
I was not dying as I walked in the rain,
of a brand new day alive on Earth,
in a motel of souls under a rainy day.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2021

Published by poetryofemotions5778

I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".

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