Name

By Parson Thru

Fri, 12 Dec 2014
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Wraith-like, I move between the sterile towers
through passageways of stainless steel
and glass

Each floor is empty
Deserted by its occupants
who, hours ago, spilled into the night

Nothing moves except the long-forgotten river

Then, brilliant as an image on a screen,
I see a man
Alone, oblivious,
writing at a desk
In my heart he is a poet

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Submitted by Philip Sidney on

I love the floating perspective and how ite ends in the heart of the man, the poet, and the two are joined.  Finding time to write...

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you Philip. It bounced out of some drunken attempt at the time. That one was a muddle of emotions and the scene. I thought I'd try to focus on the scene itself. It necessarily becomes emotional then I suppose. Thanks for reading.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I like the picture of the city at night very much. A man, alone, so occupied, oblivious of whether alone or in a crowd, it does remind of an engrossed composer of verse. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Rhiannon. Thank you. Pleased and amazed that the picture came across.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

thought this was very dark and atmospheric with a real,close undercurrent and a v effective final line lifting it somewhere else...the passageways of stainless steel set the tone/images, but straight, stark descriptions like 'brilliant as an image on a screen' and the otherwordly, flowing 'hours ago, spilled into the night' work v well in projecting something vivid but ethereal,enjoyed

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you, Stephen, for such a considered comment. Really pleased that you enjoyed it. Thanks.

Parson Thru

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

It reminds me so clearly of someone I know.  It fits them perfectly.  Great poem

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you forest_for_ever. Great name. Nice to hear from you.

Parson Thru