Delirium

By Parson Thru

Tue, 08 Jan 2013
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8 comments
 

Wakeful, restless night
Lost in thoughts of black & white
Heavy painted terraced doors
Coal fires and tiled floors
Bus stops where we used to stand
Fantasizing of the band
we'd one day play in
And now darkness mutes the strings
to hear me quietly praying

Certificate U
Parson Thru III
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Comments

Submitted by ScoZen on
"...look at Totterdown every evening on my way home..." Move house PT and all will be well.
ScoZen

Submitted by Parson Thru on
It's too heavy.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Bee on
I Think that meant - move to a another house - ha ha !! I liked this verse. the first lines have quite a distinct beat, which changes in the last line. Nothing wrong with that - it was just, (for me) unexpected. Enjoyed the read. I like brief poems and I thought this was a good one. Bee
Bee

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Thanks Bee. I must have been updating it as you wrote your comment. Really nice of you both. Thanks for the Like scozen.Sorry about the house. Totterdown is really pretty. Well, compared to its surroundings. And when the cloud lifts. And at least I'm going home.

Parson Thru

Submitted by moonphish on
exquisite....love the way it closes :) - alvin

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Blimey alvin. Steady on! That's lovely of you. Thanks.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Highhat on
What's wrong with Totterdown? I admit I don't know the place but this poem made me think of being young and growing older and how your way of life changes as well with age? Does that make sense? Sorry if I didn't get it right PT but I liked it. ;)Pia

Submitted by Parson Thru on
It's yours to make of it what you will Pia. Thanks for letting me know. Glad it sparked some memories. x

Parson Thru