| Open Poetry #50 |
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Men That Run Like Boys And Boys That Run Like Hell: Rain, Railroads, And Running... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror
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I ran away today from the accumulating gray that threatened the downpour of the decade As I reached the shelter of the railway station, the chatter of the crowd left my ears ringing Looking up, an ominous darkness filled the stations transparent ceiling Just then, a chill breeze blew yesterday’s sunny forecast rippling a puddle on the platform, stirring up the accumulated Summer dust that had settled on its surface The fluorescent fast-food booth made my stomach growl as a radio crackled back a purple flash that struck the many nameless commuters dumb as they teetered now in stroboscopic steps Above these strutting masses, a billboard had another kind of flash...“Make Your Escape Today!” Pondering over the idea, I stumbled past the coffee shop where caffeine-tempered couples let the rumble of the thunder pass Just then, a well-glazed ticket vendor asked me; “What’ll it be Mac, one-way or return?” I pondered some more Across the slippery marble floor, a little boy broke free from his mother’s shopping-hampered clutches ...and laughing like a little Hyena, ran away ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I marvel at the uniqueness of your poems and how you build your stories lines and the feeling at the end that I just read a parable. Good stuff Bluesy. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Thank you so much, Miss Lori. It's the sign of a man with time on his hands...for now. ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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