Thread: A place where the nearby streetlight flickers on and off

Well, it has been some time since I posted here and I should use proper courtesy and review a couple before I post but oh well. I'll get to it. Also an apology. I said I would review your work, Chestersdaughter, and I haven't. I could use my schedule or injury as an excuse, but I've had plenty of time. So I offer my most sincere of apologies. And, this ones for you.


Sometimes
I like to imagine
that all the scientists
in the world
stopped their experimenting
and instead
wrote the poems
that supposedly matter
so we simple villains
can go unnoticed
from place to place
and whisper our lies
while they
describe the alleys and street corners
where stray dogs lie
and dark figures
lurk.

A place where the nearby streetlight
flickers on and off.

No longer will I attempt
to capture an imagination
or two
and I won’t say the words
that make women blush,
maybe even forgetting how to make love
which would be a shame
though I would feel less guilty
if my words
were lost in obscurity.

Luckily
I can simply walk away
with nothing to protest
I will keep
my fanciful remarks
in my pockets
as I slink into the alleys
I love so much
and lean against a wall
where the light doesn’t
exactly
shine on me
the perfect nook
for a true villain wordsmith
to cower for awhile

simple spot
to hum my songs
loudly
under the stars and against them
for as long as I can.

Really! A complex intriguing poem, lots to love here! I love the mysterious visual imagery---dark alleys, the strobe flashing of the street light on the fritz,But the absolutely perfect line is this--"I will keep my fanciful remarks in my pockets as I slink into alleys that I love so much"...Niccccee! Well done! Peace...Jul

All this for little ol' me? I doth protest the enormity of your generosity, kind sir, for I am surely undeserving of such favor. I love this, Whit, every line of it, thank you so much. Truly you, reminds me of one of the first I read by you, stupid brain can't recall the title, but you were leaning against a wall taking in the passing sights. I loved that one, too. I don't have a single nit to pick, oh joy! Stupendous job with the breaks, and I also love the line Jul cited, fanciful remarks suits you so perfectly. I actually thought you were going to bow out when I got to S3, had to stop to catch my breath, too full of trepidation to read on. You fixed my wagon in S4, shoulda known, lol. Excellent work, love, and you better stick around some. As for my stuff, (how is your injury?) no worries, you haven't missed anything spectacular, I assure you. Thank you, again, Whit, I am so honored and my hunt for a yummy piece has been duly sated, at least for today. lol.

Fondly,
Lisa