Sunday, April 30, 2017

Stuart Rawlinson #17 - Nightwalks

There are thousands of people
On the empty streets
In low-lit living rooms
The news is discussed
In hushed tones
A cinema screen
Projects the game onto
The street
Silently
I miss
The score
Striding up
misplaced
Roman roads
Past roadside shrines
Ducking under nature
Hopping over rabbit holes
The sound of nothing
Enveloped and equalised
By overhanging branches

3 comments:

  1. Ah. What a fine poem/picture. Cheers.

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  2. An atmospheric nightwalk & finely-crafted poem - some fabulous lines and images - the sound of nothing, enveloped and equalised by overhanging branches... love it!

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  3. Those last three lines - so complete in themselves too...

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