My First Poem…
… in quite some time . This is my attempt to bring back the poet inside of me.
A COLD DAY IN DECEMBER, 2009
Graffiti art
an old brick wall
The cold, the clouds
The smell of fall
Shadows dance
Beneath cream lights
A train is heard
the crows take flight
Crazy words
A broken soul
Sleeping bags
An old tin bowl
Suits like pillars
Waiting, Worrying
Crossing now
Hopeless Hurrying
Metal and glass
Like giants stand
Rise from ash
and blossom bands
Notes are floating
The wind is swirling
Between the beats
Children twirling
The prophetic pulse
The cities heart
Beats on all night
In moonlit dark
The river rushing
To the sea
This place is home
Home to me
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