Street lights turn the mist
A shade of transparent yellow
That renders even the most formidable
Hollow and withered
Against a washed out backdrop
Of abandoned porches
And dilapidated houses
That line the steadily moistening asphalt
Of the lifeless city streets
No taxis are running
And all the windows are dark
Except for one
On the top floor
Over there on the corner of Park and Main
The neon lights of downtown have stopped buzzing
Not a single drop flows from the taps
The jukebox has long since hushed
There is nothing at all
Except for silence
And that hollw
Yellow light
Author notes
i chose to write on the emotion of loneliness
A contest entry
- A Fistful of Prompts by VoltaicHypnosis.
750 points, ended July 4, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
comments from the peanut galllery
Comments
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well, you certainly depicted that well! Fantastic idea and aptly portrayed, very very nice ^.^ Thanks for the entry
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'Hollw' in the last line should be 'hollow'.
Aside from that though, I do know the feeling. I remember wandering down the streets alone in the wee hours, and the complete seclusion was both comforting and not at the same time. You have written a great piece full of imagery and emotion that just commands attention. Well done, and good luck in the contest!
Laura x
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I felt the loneliness radiating from the poem. It reached out with an icy grip like Death itself.
Wonderful, vivid write. I'm sure you'll do well in the contest!
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