Sunday, July 27, 2008

2 to 4 a.m.

this heat slows time
nearly freezing night air
where afternoon showers still
linger, padding midnight whispers;

a lone car's sleepy swish

palely rising
falling sirens

the neighborhood stray
moaning complaints

to the listening streetlights
shining in constellations
just overhead

6 comments:

Taidgh Lynch said...

i like the reference to the streetlights like stars or is it the other way around? I like this play with words.

to the listening streetlights
shining in constellations
just overhead

I'm trying to think of something to say, like suggestions on how to improve. i can't find anything wrong with it. I like the sounds and the slow quiet voice, even though there seems to be a bit of noise or activity happening. Good going, looking forward to more poetry. Cheers!

Josephine said...

I think this is a great piece.
Speaks to the imagination, it immediately conjures up images.
Well written!

P.B. said...

I definitely agree with Tiger and Josephine. I can offer no improvements at all. Well done!

Is my memory screwy or weren't you a fiction writer? I think you may have crossed into the poet's realm now. :D

Taidgh Lynch said...

haha! I seem to remember the same thing pb. Do you think we were responsible for LO's conversion?

I like the word 'palely'.

literary.overdose said...

thanks for the comments everyone. i guess since i'm doing so much schoolwork with poetry i'm more and more intrigued by it...plus i like saying so much in a small space. i think i'm getting addicted!!

Steve said...

LO, this really is nice work. Don’t change anything…I like it.

-Steve

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