Quiet City

Stranded in the middle on foot. The city is quiet,
"Quiet city, dispatch me from my hell.
Tell all those inner dwelling beings,
turn off the head spraying nasty fumes."

The cars pass me,
I on the icy flats,
they on the salted streets.

Thirty minutes pass
and I still feel chill deep within
and then a shiver runs through my spine

diminishing in little time.

Exposure to the cold reminds me of
remedies seeping deep to the soul.

 
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Very profound! I actually got chilly reading this.

Posted on 01/18/2008 at 8:01:36 AM

Good job, Victor.

Posted on 01/15/2008 at 4:01:00 AM

You have quite a gift!

Posted on 01/08/2008 at 12:01:30 PM

You should publish your own book Victor

Posted on 01/07/2008 at 8:01:12 PM

I feel this poem, I really do. I love it! I love how you say, "Quiet city, dispatch me from my hell...." WOW, that's some powerful art! great job, hun!

Posted on 01/07/2008 at 12:01:50 PM

Very nice! I like the depth of your writing. Excellent!

Posted on 01/07/2008 at 12:01:18 PM

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