Open Poetry #21 |
Hot Times - Summer in the City |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Summer shadows cast on the wall each morn, Shifting slowly to where the spring was born, Smokestacks spewing man made clouds in the day Night mist remnants begin to burn away. Watchmen leaving as the workers arrive, Late complaining about a busy drive, Stray black cat slips in an abandoned house Carrying in his mouth a small gray mouse. Dogs in high fenced pens growl at the morning, Small children scurry off from the warning To playgrounds of asphalt and broken glass, Where only the cracks hold a bit of grass. The heat grows it’s summer in the city, The noon will broil and bake without pity. Gloom |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Your poem makes me glad I live on the greener side of the fence, Prof. Strong visual writing, your speciality. Keep on keeping on. *s When you think you have read it all, |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"In N'Awlins--it's July-- look up to a jaundice sky-- winking one, angry eye-- it's gonna shine, until you fry" yep...summer in the city... sucks. |
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angelswing Senior Member
since 2000-02-10
Posts 705United Kingdom |
Lucky person you, we don't get hot weather here ... Lovely poem . L.of.L. Tom . XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 'There is only a very thin line between genius and insanity, this is measured only on sucess; I am proud to be considered an under-achieving genius'. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Your title drew me in...you let me recall the song...I would have written this, had I your pen...very, very good, Professor...thank you! |
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