Days Like This
By sunshine
Wed, 10 Jun 2009
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It’s on days like this
when rain fills
piss puddled gutters,
painting them with rainbows
and the city’s profile is set
proud against a flat grey sky
It’s on days like this
when stray purple buddleia
bloom on the roofs
of empty houses
and the homeless drunk
calls “mornin’ missus”
It’s on days like this
when schoolgirls scream
as the bus splashes past
and they set off on foot
arms tightly linked
when the song of a thrush is clear
above the chug of trucks
when satellite dishes shine
like pale midsummer moons
and when last night’s chip papers
scatter to the wind
like airborn birds
It’s on days like this
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Good piece,I enjoyed it
Good piece,I enjoyed it Sunshine.
when the song of a thrush is clear
above the chug of trucks
when satellite dishes shine
like pale midsummer moons
and when last nights chip papers
scatter to the wind like airborn birds
It’s on days like this
Especially liked that part.
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I agree with Pinda, this
I agree with Pinda, this ends beautifully and is successful in throwing the spotlight on the ordinary and mundane.
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Hi Margot. I love this. I
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Hi Margot. I love this. I love the way you've used 'on days like this' throughout. It makes your point very strong and love how you've ended it. Great writing. Oh how I wish I could write free verse! Maria x
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Lovely poem Margot. Sarah
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Lovely poem Margot. Sarah
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I think the first stanza is
I think the first stanza is just as strong as the last. You've employed some wonderful imagery again for this piece. I think my inner poet is sulking at the moment because I'm spending more time working on stories. I'm pleased to see yours isn't.
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