Monday, 7 February 2011

City Living

Whilst the ash red twilight groans,
And the pretty cars chase themselves
Through slate grey Glasgow streets:
I will stay here.

As my sleep dipped brain sweats fret,
Spun by a dirty, manic wind
That blows into a hole:
I will stay here.

Amongst the bustle and murder of hope,
Where language and defiance die
A digital half-death:
I will stay here.

Where i find her, beautiful and content, waiting for me, at the station: I will live there.
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4 comments:

  1. Marian7 February 2011 at 14:52

    i like your description of city.
    and i can really appreciate "sweats fret."
    i hope you find her.

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  2. Anonymous8 February 2011 at 02:28

    best regards,

    good luck and enjoy your passion with her.

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  3. Anonymous8 February 2011 at 02:28

    Welcome Join Jingle Poetry Potluck week 21,
    Feel free to share 1 to 3 old poems or random poems, cheers.

    Love your talent demonstrated here,
    Hope to see you share.
    xxx

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky8 February 2011 at 03:52

    I love "the ash red twilight" and the "pretty cars" through the streets of Glasgow.......I really enjoyed this poem!

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