Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Winter Streets

it has always been
something on the cold
strikes the heart

I only realise now
as I stumble, numbed

winter night stage set streets
siren blue flash police cars pass

it's a lonely road


Gordon Mason said...

Aye, it can be lonely in a city. I like the metre of the verse in italics.....the pattern of a siren.

Anonymous said...

It may be indicative of the season that I saw the title as "Winter Stress" instead of "Winter Streets." I like your poem a lot -- disturbing and unhappy but very real.

Cynthia said...

I'm reminded of film noir, especially by the words in italics.