Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Thankful

I walk alone through a rusted part of town. The last jobs and men left long ago. I turn up my collar against a raspy wind; make a weary dance to a working man's song. Thankful for a final drink--a few days away from this empty part of town.

16 comments:

Old Ollie said...

This style is most excellent - gritty beauty.

Unnamed Psalmist said...

This is simply beautiful

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

worn down beautiful

Helen said...

Profound, with only a few words.

Berowne said...

Powerful stuff...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Yes, this one touches mind and soul.

Jingle said...

simply amazing,
love the tour of that part of town.

Jingle said...

awards/treats 4 u


keep writing.

Philip Thrift said...

Haunting.

kaykuala said...

A change for the better.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You make us see the dilapidation, feel the wind. I love "make a weary dance to a working man's song." Wonderful poem!

Paul Andrwe Russell said...

Lovely imagery.

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gospelwriter said...

says a lot in few words - I like it very much

Carrie Burtt said...

Martin this is truly a powerful poem....thank you for the wonderful comments at Poets United....you and so many others have been a true inspiration to me! :-)

Victoria said...

This strikes me hard and pure - sad and beautiful.