< terug
night
phantoms on the wall
in parallel with
the dying of the city
in the blue-black clouds
tension waits for explosion
curtains drawn, sheets rolled
teevee screens vibrating
a stage for horror and lost lovers
covering a state with doom
depends, the breeze to whisper forever
or just until it's blocked by trees
who in their turn shiver
following the courtesy of flow
the dark is like a damper
hours rolling their own speed
restraining every human specie
into a line of perfect timing
until another night to come
to cover or expose
feedback van andere lezers- alie_jankind
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b - killea
excellent, moody poem (one little correction deepens instead of depends?????)
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j backlash: I did mean "depends". It depends, whether the breeze whispers forever, or until it's blocked ... Must admit I just wrote it down with one swift stroke, without pondering on rephrasing or corrections.
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b - eisenik
niet echt goed engels maar best mooi backlash: Feel free to correct, by all means. I'm curious ! - DeKoeneRidder
Lovely work!!!
Giant XXX DKR backlash: Thx you Knight in Shiny Armour !
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b. - matahari
Adembenemend "Prachtig" blacklash, diegen die niet meer bij je is ......is a fool!
liefs matahari backlash: Of course he is ! ;)))
dankje lieve mata
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b. - yellow
Now, this is poetry!!! backlash: Now, this is fb !!!
thx yellow !
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b. - otiske
Heel erg mooi dit.
graag gelezen, groetjes. backlash: Dankje lieve Frank.
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