Poem Number 15576

The Watercolor City

Each day
the watercolor city
a grey mirror sans pity
drowns
its young.
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Tears roll
unchecked down stony faces
unoticed by the basest
forms
of life.
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Homeless
bits of rubble unseemly
in the darkness float freely
like
so much chaff.
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Trickles
turn into a fetid stream
bearing sullied and wet dreams
toward
the sea.
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City
coldly denies its sodden plight
sleeping poorly every night
in
the rain.
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flicker
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Excellent figurative poem. -- Ed
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what a nightmare, to have to live through this sort of disaster. You made me more acutely aware of the horror of it. Well written portrayal. ~ audee
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so raw!!! very well written.
~haizey
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wonderfully written...love the way you used color...m.e.
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thank you Ed, audee, haizey and m.e. for your kind comments.
:)flicker