FredPeyer

Dead-End Street

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

Comments8

  • Accidental Poet

    Think I've been down this street a few times. Excellent write Fred.

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks AP, usually we realize that only after it is already too late.

      • Accidental Poet

        Yes Fred, but that's how lessons are learned. We usually have to learn the hard way.

      • orchidee

        Good write Fred. You out of that street now?

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks orchi! Don;t think I was ever really in it.

        • Michael Edwards

          This sure conjures up an image Fred - super work

          • FredPeyer

            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?

            • Michael Edwards

              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.

            • Diamond

              A deep dark write Fred. A vivid imagery you create with words here. Invokes intrigue.

              • FredPeyer

                Thanks, Diamond, after just reading your newest poem I realize that we both went into the same direction with our two poems. Maybe we should start to concentrate more on the good sides of life? It would be the time of year for it. :-)

              • Thoff1

                Wonderfully written!

                • FredPeyer

                  Thanks so much, Thoff! Both for reading and commenting!

                • myself and me

                  This is a good reason not taking promise or making promise. Promise means to be broken.

                  • FredPeyer

                    Thank you m&m, you are so right!

                  • WL Schuett

                    This is a very fine poem I liked it a lot , well done Fred

                    • FredPeyer

                      Thanks WL, coming from a writer like you this really means something to me!

                    • Goldfinch60

                      Very good write but that misery and shame can be quelled by one loving thought or action.

                      • FredPeyer

                        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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