rising from the spit ripened dark pavement
to the atmosphere of grey smoke and gasohol
fumes, the streetlight spread a sudden diffused
light of amber laced cheer for a short distance
depend on some small measure of grasping security
from a worn out beacon of occasional essence and
a filthy pavement of disguised human waste
Author notes
Prompt #9. a streetlight
A contest entry
- 10 Prompts, 20 Poets, 1000 points by Embossed.
910 points, ended April 9, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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Ooh, distinct and clear but really original. Seems to be a popular prompt =-o
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This is very creative and well put together -very ironic and very satiric. I really appreciated the darke side that you present... the thought that even though the light from this streetlamp may shine, it may not pierce through the slime of human darkness. (or something of the sort). You put a lot of environmental awareness and a disgust of human waste into this work. This works well to the poem's end and leaves the reader a bit nausiated. Which is still a good thing. Though, I wondered why you used gasahol, as it is proven to emit less amounts of carbon dioxide than normal fuels. Hmm, meant to sound a bit green or a bit left, possibly? Anyhow, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Your poem was different than anything I have read before; a very unique and creative take on the prompt; and it made me think. Cheers and best of luck.
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