by The Queen May 12, 2013
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
The night has come again. Pheromone-filled streets, once clogged by historical sentiments, and scurrying passers-by at peak hours, now swarmed with soda cans and bowls--devoid of pennies, hungry felines and philanthropic businessmen financing a free ride. |
by Jenni Marie
"Love the opening here as it really sets the scene. It reminds me of a city that was once bursting with so much postive energy only to be taken over by the people that don't care about where they live, that don't care if the city slowly becomes unsavoury as long as they themselves are okay, which is all too common in the world. Second verse instantly makes me think of someone using prostitution as a way to earn money, I don't think the author actually intended this? But that's what my mind immediately goes to when reading these lines. The closing lines remind me of a relationship that is on its last legs." |
by Britt
This poem really reminded me of like.. New Orleans during Mardi-Gras. I LOVED that idea, and I don't know if you meant to pull something like that into the poem, but I really felt it here.. the first stanza led me to that feeling.. and into the second stanza as well. |
by Vic Johns
Can almost smell & feel that alluring picture you so eloquently describe....Powerful poem indeed! |
I don't think I have ever read prose from you so this was different for me, but I grew to really love it. The night is indeed such a romantic time of day, I picture the narrow streets in foreign countries and the orange lights lighting the way. Sounds like the ultimate romantic evening to be walking down one with the one you love. |
I liked how you set the atmosphere with the opening. I felt night was an act that is now open to all the public, not just people working or beggars on the street, this is a time for dancing and for letting go. |