Street lights
fall in patterns as
light and shade tumbles
through laced curtains
Radio music
playing thoughts and songs
of yesterdays
To tears softly falling
on the languid stench
of uncertainty
Heavy in its clinging
to the hot beaded sweat
of summers air
Author notes
Prompt : The Burning Bush
A contest entry
- quickiieeeeeeeeeeeeee by perfectsunset.
625 points, ended November 9, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Jesann
I have to tell you this. Your words take me back to those hot summer days in Brooklyn as I gazed thru the slats of the blinds looking at the corner street light and the bar sign blinking it's vibrant red. And I was maybe six at the time. But you have awakened a long forgotten memory. Just excellent.
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nice poetry
keep going
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:-) nicely put.... always so eloquent.
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Ah yes, those sleepless nights when yesterday's won't go away...
Nice and melancholic Anne
Well done with the prompt and well deserved silver!
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Congrats on your silver, this is stunning, well deserved C
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This is an excellent piece of poetry, you paint a vivid picture
Lovely indeed, congratulations on the silver.
Smile brightly
Tony
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Beautiful words
and many congrats on your silver
best wishes
Julie
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SAD BUT LOVELY !!!!!
Oh the nights spent listening to the radio and those special songs which always seemed to bring a tear or two.'s
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Ooh full of imagery
and deep thoughts.
I love where you
directed the prompt.
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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Great take on the prompt buddy, well done!!!
bush fire season is here in Victoria
so take care okay.
All the best to you in the contest.
Ken
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So imaginative and sad, yet so beautiful. good luck!
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Beautifully sad! I love the imagery and emotions
in this. Well done as always and all the best to you
in this contest!
Jeremy0826
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