Strummer on a late summers' day
By lenchenelf
Tue, 26 Aug 2014
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Bloodrises as a flock:
singular startled sparrows
strummed from gumstuck precint.
Notes reset mortar
in dessicated redbrick
and passing hearts.
A song we lilt in steps
or stumbles.
Open chords
open smile,
open case;
a few coins.
Heads up,
heads turn.
Inclined to nod.
One voice
embraces our isolation
for a moment.
Then we, a city, once more.
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I really like the poem. I
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I really like the poem. I think that the abstract expression in the first stanza is a little distracting, But I think it's great from stanza 2 onwards.
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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Pure poetry, Lena. Tina xx
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Pure poetry, Lena.
Tina xx
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