Sorrow creeping along
A cold and empty street
My beating heart lying there
Destiny at my feet
Black clad lies whispering
In the quiet of the night
Anger swirling tempestuously
Around a single light
Illuminating all the broken promises
Heaped haphazardly on the sidewalk
Surrounded by swear words
Scribbled sloppily in white chalk
An exhausted dead-end street
Bereft of any name
Hiding in plain sight the promise
Of misery and shame
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 5th, 2017 03:20
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments6
Good write Fred. You out of that street now?
Thanks orchi! Don;t think I was ever really in it.
This sure conjures up an image Fred - super work
Thanks, Michael, even I find it a little bit strange.These images just kind of pop into my head. Have no idea where they are coming from.
How is it when you paint abstract? Do you know in advance what you want to do, or do you start with one color and then it just kind of develops by itself?
I usually start out with ideas of structure and composition but often it takes on a mind of its own and changes as I Progress. If this happens I usually capitalise on any changes by modifying or incorporating them. I find it such great fun.
Wonderfully written!
Thanks so much, Thoff! Both for reading and commenting!
This is a good reason not taking promise or making promise. Promise means to be broken.
Thank you m&m, you are so right!
This is a very fine poem I liked it a lot , well done Fred
Thanks WL, coming from a writer like you this really means something to me!
Very good write but that misery and shame can be quelled by one loving thought or action.
Thank you Goldfinch! I guess you are right. With loving thoughts and actions this dead-end street would not even exist.
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