Open Poetry #38 |
Old Brooklyn |
Frank W. Torres Member
since 2006-06-10
Posts 133 |
Old Brooklyn From his broken apartment window he curses the children playing in the street below. He has grown old in Brooklyn, flying pigions on the building rooftop across from the park. Standing there he thinks about snowmen dancing with dead cows in broken iceboxes, and then he laughs. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
what a feeling this brings *sigh* |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"he thinks about snowmen dancing with dead cows in broken iceboxes" Wonderful imagery shown here! Thanks for the smile this thought brought. Hugs~Nancy ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
I've never been to Brooklyn but you really painted a picture for me. The neighborhood seems to have the same character as the old man. Very colorful! ~ Klassy |
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Snowflake From Hell Senior Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 777My own little Icey Oblivion |
you definately get an image reading this Hollow heroes seperate as they run...Shadows linger in your pain dead and done |
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Jess Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 243Washington |
I agree. I can picture this perfectly in my head. And the fact that you were able to accomplish this in only three lines surprised me. So keep it up! |
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