Through the crowded street I trudge
eyes scanning side to side
wary, not trusting anyone,
I'm not respected or feared.
I walk in isolation,
not knowing if I'll even
reach the end of the block.
How I hate being
a policeman.
Author notes
The prompt:
"aimlessly drifting, peripherally occupied"
A contest entry
- Short Poems - Prompt by Polaja.
1000 points, ended June 6, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a good poem... I like the take on the prompt - certainly very different to what I was expecting! I like the separation of the last lines from the first stanza - it is very effective! Thank you for your entry
Keep writing
Polly
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Polly,
Thanks for hosting this fun, creative contest.
Dennis
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Ooooh!
Great write! I was wondering what was going on when I was reading this & then I saw the last line! Phew...I'm glad this wasn't about you! You sure captured the thoughts of many men in blue I'm certain! Bravo. All the best in the Contest. Looks like a winner to me!
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