Open Poetry #21 |
Tones of the City 6 to 8 |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Three Part Harmony 6 Bass rumbles tires over rails Pot holed roads over buses sails Diesel fumes the senses assails 7 Tenor tin cans crash the early morning, Songs from rushing horns blare their shrill warning Drumming foot steps into streets are swarming 8 Soprano girls crying out gallon tears Unable to cope with their mounting fears Can not comprehend where the future steers Gloom |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Enjoyed the song of the city. Nan |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
this is nice..... I love the city.... |
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Daylily Junior Member
since 2002-06-10
Posts 22USA |
Love the images this brings to mind! |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Wow, I love this, sweet friend, this is a wonderful "unharmonious" harmony from your wonderful heart! (big huggsssssss) City life can indeed be rough, but yo display their feelings and hopes well, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Aszard, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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