Down the alley Down the street Neighbors talking When the rain let's up Only barking in between the chirps The main drag Always has a crash In the curve and speed Wait for it... Sirens bellowing to the rescue People gathering to see the blood not anymore though No talking with the neighbors No barking with the dog Only the birds who are not aware Of the lonely streets And the quiet road
My road, not street, Of gravel, dirt, and ruts Abuts Farmer Dave’s property Where oat and barley fields Green in April rain Await June cutting Khaki bales Tombs for dead grasses. Ten tractors line his acreage Rusted or oiled Busted or toiled A museum of farm equipment Evidence of each crease in Farmer’s face.
Ours is a short street, just four houses long, so the view to The end is near. Two parked cars, pines and pomegranate And the out of place rocks mark the path.
View down
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No sound
Avec
Profound
Loss
Interesting use of the French "avec" Does the poem relate to Covid-19 stay at home era?
DeleteYes a bit, but I was reflecting on a childhood lament, in which my friend went missing. Four months later, found deceased. :(
Deletenice simplicity
DeleteThank you!
DeleteDown the alley
ReplyDeleteDown the street
Neighbors talking
When the rain let's up
Only barking
in between the chirps
The main drag
Always has a crash
In the curve
and speed
Wait for it...
Sirens bellowing
to the rescue
People gathering
to see the blood
not anymore though
No talking with the neighbors
No barking with the dog
Only the birds who are not aware
Of the lonely streets
And the quiet road
Another example of how our lives/streets have changed. Nice!
Deletenice flow - good images
DeleteView Down My Street
ReplyDeleteMy road, not street,
Of gravel, dirt, and ruts
Abuts Farmer Dave’s property
Where oat and barley fields
Green in April rain
Await June cutting
Khaki bales
Tombs for dead grasses.
Ten tractors line his acreage
Rusted or oiled
Busted or toiled
A museum of farm equipment
Evidence of each crease in Farmer’s face.
Rick Stepp-Bolling
I really like this one Rick
DeleteOurs is a short street, just four houses long, so the view to
ReplyDeleteThe end is near.
Two parked cars, pines and pomegranate
And the out of place rocks mark the path.
nice short poem for a short street
ReplyDeleteI can’t imagine
ReplyDeletethat I have a street
when I am a renter
but now, but now
this house
is mine
or
part
is mine
and I look down
this street
of mine
I see
the different
neighbors as they
tend their lawns
take a stroll
greet me
as I go down
my street, and
I smile and step
inside my door
and now I am
finally home
Thomas, I like the simplicity, with flow. I love the repetition of "but now but now ", and the heartwarming final stanza. Thank you!
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