The day free
Of majesty
I am weary
Rain upon
The plastic sills
Of windows
Glass misted
My spirit shifted.
Time with
A sparkling eye
Empathy free
Cold and cruel
Gulls and crows
Fight for scraps
Violent rooftops
Alas.
The loss is great
Leaving upon my tongue
A bitter taste
As you leave
In haste
I forgot to hate.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Emotionally resonant and quite profound . Beautiful imagery and sentiment here. Poetic and wistful. Very much enjoyed reading this one: well done! Sincerely Elizabeth
very kind of you, appreciated and thanks
I truly love this poem. It is brilliant! It uses very short lines in a machinegun style hitting the reader with bullets. It sets the scene with a grey day and no empathy them escalates to violence on the roof top then shifts to the bitter taste and hits with the coup de grasce (I forgot to hate) that can be taken as too busy to remember something so insignificant as hate or as hate is not an important element in life. A lovely write and a fave
thanking you its much appreciated
Incredible writing. It flows. I really enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing. Best regards.
thank you its much appreciated
Nice imagery and very imaginative.
thanking you
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