Open Poetry #18 |
Place of Thought |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
There are no woods or crystal creek, No gentle breeze to caress my cheek, No strong oaks with majestic spread There is brick and steel instead Combustion echoes on towers tall It’s hawkers, not hawks that I hear call, Domestic disputes sounding loud Dust and smoke mingles with the clouds. I wander down broken concrete ways Night travel for fear of days, Where calm wraps in the darkness, Allowing thought when sightless. Find a quiet place to be, Where to think and not to see Gloom [This message has been edited by Professor Gloom (01-28-2002 11:12 AM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
the countryside is so much more beautiful than the areas you portray..you should get out more often into the sunshine... although darkness becomes you. Nicely written, both of them. M |
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N orth Carolina Girl Senior Member
since 2001-12-04
Posts 962NC,USA |
Professor Gloom,here is a little sun to brightened your day. Juanita |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
Look with our hearts not with our eyes but think with our head not with our hearts LOL : ) that might not even make sence...... |
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Canuckster Member
since 2002-01-09
Posts 285New Mexico, USA |
Urbanality ... I understand it well. Stark yet effective poem. never try to teach a pig to sing |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Nakdthoughts, I become darkness, T’is my mood, Glad you enjoyed my humble words Thank you, N orth Carolina Girl, For the warm sentiments Thank you, Zinsser, It does to me, viewpoint often determines attitude, Pleased you liked. Thank you, Canuckster, Urban is where I am, and so I write about it, Glad you enjoyed with a sense of understanding Gloom |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Oh yes, I know about it, have friends and family living there, But I am out in the country,,,trees, lakes, grass, Oh how I wish you could be Professor, maybe one day? loved this, floria Floria |
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