We walk at arm’s length through the city streets, evening dons her dark cloak before us.
The air has turned bitterly cold, as we trek along the sidewalk.
Talk was angry chatter, now hushed in twilight’s wake.
Streetlights mark our way, as we meet strangers, with faces white as chalk.
Yellow glowing cabs beep with impatience, black ice shimmers as we head for the bus.
Wheels are throwing spatter, as sleet changes to flake.
Taking away our breath,
freezing fog with a wind so cold,
that sweeps around corners, chilling us with an arctic blast.
Casting silver shadows upon glazed bricks, with silhouettes of people in a rush.
Caught in the one second freeze-frames, within the neon’s flashing shock,
mocking the night with colorful laughter that breaks.
While the snow is falling faster, we slowly slog along and balk.
Spirits dampened, arguments forgotten, our boots cold and wet from the snowy slush.
Warmth of one another, as we shiver and shake.
Making our vows ‘til death,
love doesn’t die it just grows old.
The bad times melt away, while the happy memories last.
Vast space of a city this big, along with the hustle and bustle of the street;
sweet apologies that end with a kiss, and now to the bus, to find a warm seat.
Author notes
double Individualtean form
This is a fabricated story...but it could happen to someone.... somewhere
A contest entry
- I Am Seeing Double! by individuality.
1000 points, ended April 19, 2008, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - WINTER by Rhythm Child.
400 points, ended January 11, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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thankyou for entering. I hope you enjoy the contest and have fun.
take care
message me for anything
Rhythm Child
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ah i have read it, it was in an old contest of mine i see.
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Excellent
What a wonderful creation for the contest. So very well done. Congratulations on the silver.
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You have painted a beautiful picture here of two people growing old together. A comfortable aging.
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I thought that the imagery in this piece was stunning to behold. I loved this. It was just wonderful writing that I got lost in.
'Taking away our breath
Freezing fog with a wind so cold
That sweeps around corners, chilling us with an arctic blast'
The section above is just breathtaking.
I can see why this won a trophy.
All the best
Wayne Leon
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Smiling at your beautiful poem that took me on a fine walk through the streets of a lovely place, although COLD!
Fine writing, dear poet friend. 
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Streetlights mark our progress as we meet pale strangers with faces white as chalk
- this line needs to be 16 with the count
lol that was hard checking it while feeling a bit rough just that one line that needs a look at
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Amen, it could and probably has-smile-many times over.
It's nice to see the form handled so wellGood luck to you
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