Gas street lights
Flicker and burn
A deserted street
Where isolation spurns
The chance for company
The road is long
A talent burns
Words are sprung.
Ink to paper
Midnights oil
Battered desk
Endless toil
Paper creased
Unwanted lines
Troubled brow
Loneliness pines.
Alcoves whisper
Sharpened swords
All in vain
Pen to words
Shadows dance
Teasing promise
The hours melt
In vibrating cosmos.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Late night writing in a poem that rocks with rhythm in ABAB rhyme. Nicely done
thanking you
Most welcome
Some really good imagry here with a great rhyme scheme. Nice job.
most kind, many thanks, appreciated
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