Mc Phearson Street~
He used to stand at the edge
of creation
watching the waves splash
against cold dark stone
til the sun was pale
streaks of orange and pink.
Shadow sky wrapped around it
in shades of midnight blue
and it became something new.
He used to listen to music
from an old jukebox
on the last block of Mc Phearson
where the postman would wait,
til old man Wilkerson
took his dog for a walk,
to deliver the mail.
The wind was always cold
and the coffee always hot
in the SideStreet Cafe'.
They called this hell,
He called it home.
© k~
This post is part of the
A-Z Challenge 2012.
Yeah, baby!!! Loved this!!!!
ReplyDeleteHeheheh, you made me smile with your enthusiasm Amy. Thanks!
DeleteVery, very nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you, it's nice to see you visiting here :-)
DeleteSuper fantastic write!
ReplyDeleteThank you DWV, I enjoy your poetic works too. :-)
DeleteExcellent voice in this piece! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you DL. :-)
Delete"Shadow sky wrapped around it
ReplyDeletein shades of midnight blue
and it became something new."
That's my definition of midnight...love it in your words.
This is one of my favorites, well, so far!
♥
You make me smile Jo. Sometimes I wonder how nice it might be to sit outside and enjoy the gloaming together... perhaps someday :-)
DeleteLove this - so mnay different images.
ReplyDeleteThank you Paula:-)
DeleteOh I love this one!! I love the images dancing through my head!!
ReplyDeleteCheers, Jenn
http://www.wine-n-chat.com
Anything that makes images dance through your head has to be a good, and happy thing... I am glad I was able to contribute!
DeleteYou know, I started out writing via poetry. One day, if I can ever get back to that frame of mind, maybe I will rediscover that sensibility.
ReplyDeleteI did too Sandra, and moved away from it for awhile... or rather into other things.
DeleteI look forward to your writing as it is, if your muse wakes up and wants to dance through the edges of figurative languages with graceful steps, I will enjoy that too.
This is awesome and so descriptive. I honestly loved it. ♥
ReplyDeleteKathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com/
Thank you Kathy :-)
DeleteLOVE THIS!!!
ReplyDeleteIt does my heart good to hear that Sylvia :-)
Delete*clapping* I have no words, only awe. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Beverly, for the encouraging clap!
DeleteHome is where the heart is...nice poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda :-)
DeleteThis reminded me both of a past I had, and a past I never did. I had to read it several times just to gobble it all up, and it was delicious!
ReplyDeleteAh, thanks T :-) This one creates an image of a place that was part of my past, but it was not the street by which I named it ;-)
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