A million conversations with a myriad goodbyes
in an empty box of memories, beneath the London skies.
Happy birthdays, deep regrets, romance yet to meet
remembered on graffitied doors, in a lonely city street.
So many years in deepest red, a gateway to the world
where lives, some changed forever, or dreams anew unfurled.
Anxious waiting, new beginnings, friends so far away
countless voices linger, in a street of pictured grey.
Author notes
Prompt #1:
Credit: http://marksda1.deviantart.com/art/London-Calling-31997687
A contest entry
- quick[ie] as a fox by notorious.
646 points, ended October 29, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You've have captured the life of the red phonebox here! It's sad they are fading from the scene,


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You didn't make any corrections I mentioned in the former entry you deleted...
regrets , <==why is there a space between the 's' and the comma? Please fix that, unless it was intentional.
There are several other instances where there are inconsistent spacings....were those intentional??
'deams'==>dreams
Thanks for entering.
Jessica -
Why did you delete your entry and post the exact same one?
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Déjà vu
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