The Park

By samhennig

Fri, 19 Nov 2010
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The mist sits clearly
In the distance.
It could be anytime,
But it isn’t.
The hollow,
Leafless trees
Make a strike
In opposition to the skyline.
Battered stable doors
Make their excuses
And rot away
Behind the metal gates
That cut vision precisely
Into halves
And then quarters.
Eventually they are
Unnoticeable
And cars interrupt
The symmetry.
Each step smaller than the last
As the road approaches,
Encroaches,
Encloses.

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Like this one, sam;-) These lines, especially effective:- "And cars interrupt The symmetry." Just a small point. In the next line, do you mean "'smaller' than the last'?" Tina

 

Submitted by samhennig on
Thanks Tina, and yes smaller makes a lot more sense :)

Sam Hennig

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
;-)