Winds Blow, It's Cold
Resonate, in laborious splendor
An incredulous reverberation
The sweat of Salacious aimlessness
Vapid breaths of stale air
Tender toes beneath sad souls
Walking silently with blistering feats
Frigid crowds stare lukewarm apathy
Fresh breaths sighing arid uncertainty
Winds blow, it’s cold
Crumpled ink on fragrant papers
Uncried tears flood clichés
Venomous emeralds see painful memories
Familiar and notably expressive
The decay of permanence
Fables and memories
Winds blow, it’s cold
posted by nosthegametoo at 11:32 PM
8 Comments:
Papers and leaves
floating in the air,
lonely people,
lonely streets,
dusty wind in morning coldness,
Memories seem now forgotten.
hiya! thanks for your wishes and dropping by my blog...I like your postings very much, kinda subtle yet tells a lot:)
"Walking silently with blistering feats"
Hehe. :)
I've looked at your blog before, just haven't commented. Thanks for dropping by mine. I was actually thinking about your blog yesterday as I drove through St. Louis, IL. It is a very dilapidated area which went on a downward spiral 40 years ago and has never recovered. Little snatches of description were popping into my mind and I thought of your blog. Thought maybe I would try something similar sometime, just to try.
Oops, I meant to say East Saint Louis, IL
Spellbound...
@ flory7dragonfly:
I have often had that feeling in the morning.
As always, you demonstrate that sensitivity and charisma can be spoken softly, and with few words.
@ charley:
Thank you for stopping by. I’m glad you like my posts. I’ve been putting poems that come to mind here for almost a year. I enjoy sharing them.
@ abnormal:
Thanks for stopping by. Always glad to have a new presence around.
@ behind blue eyes:
I see similar places here in Chicago. I’ve spoken with older people who have lived in the city all their life and they frequently speak of more vibrant times.
Anywhere in the world, I hate to see dilapidated areas. Often, there is a great deal of suffering.
@ Kayla:
Coming from you, that’s one great compliment. Thanks.
Decay of permanance--wow. Good line and all too true.
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