slow motion day in trance

slow motion day in trance
window gaping in dim light
to a dark rain afternoon
spilling silly nonsense
in a lost world of no more or less

curtains of farewell flutter
constantly on battlefields
where life is cheaper
than dark religion
on a dead fish market




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-10-08 at 11:19

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The whole poem creates an atmosphere, and the last stanza is brutally strong. Beautiful writing!
2014-10-09