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Open Poetry #48

Sunday

roomandboard
Junior Member

since 2011-12-21

Posts 13

0 posted 2013-08-13 09:52 PM

What a harsh day to choose celebration.
Wedding party huddled on steps.
Dark cherry wood stands bright, well kempt.
Brass bells on the side of the steeple
are cracked and corroded.
One cross looms above the building.
Stained glass whispers.

Trudging in knee high mid-winter wet,
silent sidewalks.
Sun glows high,
reflecting off the white, making it hard to see.
Cars are buried,
slush is starting to form, as morning moves.

Bellowing voices of broken down men,
every bar stool is taken – it’s hot.
A different kind of worship.
Spiked hot chocolate and then a nap.

Newspapers in the side stand are ruined;
green awnings are still pulled in;
the produce isn’t out today.
The world has forgotten itself.

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2013-08-16 02:55 PM

You capture a slice of life so well...however dreary the day may be.

Good job...

paderewski
Member

since 2011-02-04

Posts 287
Louisiana, USA

2 posted 2013-08-20 01:58 PM

Hah! You brought the gloom and dreary place alive with your sharp thoughts and lines of this poem.

~*~ Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes. ~*~

paderewski
Member

since 2011-02-04

Posts 287
Louisiana, USA

3 posted 2013-08-20 02:02 PM

I know I commented, but I can't see it. I'll try it again. You portrayed the gloom and dreary landscape with the insightful and pinpoint accuracy of this poem.

~*~ Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes. ~*~

roomandboard
Junior Member

since 2011-12-21

Posts 13

4 posted 2013-08-20 07:51 PM

Thanks for the comments!

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