Open Poetry #14 |
Shadows at the Window |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I could not watch again, The flaunting of my pain, You in curtained candlelight Me just a shadow of the night What passes through glasses tonight? Can shadows hide a flaming heart, Does beauty know that’s just a part. Preening hair she’s just awaking, With each movement I’m breaking There’s a noise in the shadows You entertain for cash, And they think you just trash, Me just a chance location To witness your vocation. What passes through glasses tonight? It’s a quiet section Money made selection, Just an alleyway’s dark door Stairway to the second floor. There’s a move in the shadows Drinking my cash away, All that’s left from the day, Thoughts travel from, through and to glass, The mirror shows another goes past. Stereos and T.V.s compete With the full clatter of the street There’s no refuge to be found In the poorer parts of town. Gloom |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Section eight housing affords no privacy that's for sure. Lack of air conditioning and crowded quarters drive the less fortunate to the streets where foul air and despair don't mix. Enjoyed. "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decieve" |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nicely done... captured well |
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Alicethruglass Member
since 2001-06-19
Posts 368 |
Gloom curtains me, becomes my shadow in the night surrounds me in memories entertains my thoughts quiets my heartbeat 'til restlessness passes. A tapping at the window, 'tis but a branch of the mind thoughts on a breeze, 'til scraping glass brings me back to real... and I wish... ~A~ |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Professor....a stark write...and well done. Many images were captured here, for a brief moment, and many lives, intermingled... well done, indeed. |
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