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.
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! :-)
16 comments:
This style is most excellent - gritty beauty.
This is simply beautiful
worn down beautiful
Profound, with only a few words.
Powerful stuff...
Yes, this one touches mind and soul.
simply amazing,
love the tour of that part of town.
awards/treats 4 u
keep writing.
Haunting.
A change for the better.
You make us see the dilapidation, feel the wind. I love "make a weary dance to a working man's song." Wonderful poem!
Lovely imagery.
Rather nice blog you've got here. Thanks for it. I like such themes and everything that is connected to them. I definitely want to read more soon.
Monica Smith
black london escort
says a lot in few words - I like it very much
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! :-)
This strikes me hard and pure - sad and beautiful.
Post a Comment