The streetlight
On the corner blinks
One,two, three
And then repeats.
The night is cold
A dog it barks
Theres frost
Beneath my feet,
Early hours
Moonlit sky
Voices echo
On the air
Distant, boisterous
With an echo
Through the cold
Winter lair.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments3
You have set the scene well and I feel that I have been there, in fact am sure I have. I feel that I am there now and from here were do I proceed? Nicely written
thanking you, I felt the need to keep the ending open
Liking the shape of this poem and the contemplative and atmospheric feel, almost like an embrace. Thanks for sharing. 👍🕊️
you are very kind, thanks
You’re welcome and thanks 👍🏻🕊🙏🏻
Has a lovely feel to the writing, enjoyed the read
thanking you
You are very welcome
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