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scene from a hallchair

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
In thin hallways
they walk and roll
blank stares on their faces
straight ahead
don't turn out of focus
except to look at the ground
walk n roll
sit and stare
dark and blue or light and fair
sit and stare

chairside tables
white and grey
pictures of machines
hanging on quiet walls that could tell stories
swishing and clicking
step one, step two
wax trees and paper flowers
soft lights
shuffling or striding
carrying bags
payphone sitting useless
in a wooden box mounted
look at the wall as you pass my sight
or look in my eye
as you walk and roll
in thin hallways
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • MeddleDealMeddleDeal Posts: 2,547
    girl, I could so picture what you are describing in your poem...pure beauty each time. :)
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    ~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
    ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
    "For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by MeddleDeal
    girl, I could so picture what you are describing in your poem...pure beauty each time. :)
    Thanks sis. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • AndyMandersonAndyManderson Posts: 167
    :) I was just thinking about all of this today as I was sitting waiting for it to be time for class. It's kind of odd how many people I see passing in the halls, the same people each day as they are leaving their class, and yet I never speak to one of them. Every once in a while I'll get a glance, possibly a quick little smile, but that's the only communication that ever happens.
  • sandmansandman Posts: 80
    brilliant...
    shy away,run away,oh terrified child.
    move away into the fucken tornado.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by AndyManderson
    :) I was just thinking about all of this today as I was sitting waiting for it to be time for class. It's kind of odd how many people I see passing in the halls, the same people each day as they are leaving their class, and yet I never speak to one of them. Every once in a while I'll get a glance, possibly a quick little smile, but that's the only communication that ever happens.

    Awesome! Great minds think alike, as they say. :) I think you and I have pretty great minds. :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by sandman
    brilliant...

    whoa thanks sandman :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    excellent imagery.. thank you! :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • Mr PyjamaMr Pyjama Posts: 253
    I really like your poetry, well done on another great piece.
    Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later...
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