Smoke rings
down the alleyway
sleepy curtain blues
trying to keep
the window hidden
with an old sad song
that filled the air
her hair in
midnight curls
I want her
I could almost die
tender persausion
a dusty dry red
a corner table to share
laughter fades
trash cans in the alley
red lipstick
on her glass
matchsticks, coasters
hidden in the mirror
close a door that's not there
broken bricks
fire escapes
old souls search
for new life
dancing in lamplight
to that old sad song
hidden in the windows glare
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2017 21:14
- Comment from author about the poem: A city scape with painting of dusty old wine bottles
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Comments3
Beautiful write.
Thanks for having a read
Even in an alleyway you can find romance. Excellent write wlschuett.
Thanks AP I agree
Very beautiful writing. I felt the nostalgic scene with lipstick on wine glass. Dust red all over the place. Lovely
Thanks Malu I appreciate your reading and feeling part of the poem
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