“City Rain” by Gloria Blatt
on a walk in the weather
I bumped into yesterday
looked just like me
stuck a gun in my ribs
and stole all my youth
as I fell like the rain
pouring out of myself
slipping into the gutter
my wrinkled bones
riding a river of rubbish
right into the yawning
black drain of tomorrow
(originally posted December 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Poesy plus Polemics 
Fantastic.
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greatly appreciate that
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Eloquent and very effective!
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thanks kindly, mike
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This is Good–in a raw, frightening, dismal way. And I love the photo too.
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thank you dearly
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Wow, I hope this is fiction, very powerful stuff in a painful way.
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purely imaginary
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Whew! I’m happy it is.
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Some we carry, some we leave behind, our own experiences.
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at least those we can remember
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Enjoyable, excellent yet sad and painful poem, Paul. It brought the lyrics and the music video below to mind.
“Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd Cover)”
by Sparklehorse & Thom Yorke
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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thanks for commenting
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Incredible pacing in this piece. It seams to quickly move forward and then disappear/expire as the narrative develops .
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thank you for your thoughtful and generous comment
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extremely well done!!! what a profound reflection so fitting to all of us as our steps get further down the road.
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greatly appreciated
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Powerful and grim! But on another note, let me take this time to wish you and your family a very blessed Christmas! xx Ellen
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and all the same to you and yours, Ellen
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I really like this one.
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much appreciated, Kenneth
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This is fantastic – so powerful and yet so eloquent. Beautifully written!
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I greatly appreciate your generous comment
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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You have a poetic genius! I so admire your work!
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you are much too kind
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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most welcome always!
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Dark but powerful Paul. I love it!
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darkness can be creative, too
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This struck rather close to home. Must be a serial mugger:) Well written. Enjoyed
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I’m glad that you did, maine
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Oh Wowza. If you never wrote another poem, this would make your mark, stand you in good stead, Paul.
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and with that, you made my day
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Good!!
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This is great! Love it Paul! 😀
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thanks kindly, ally
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Much welcome, Paul! 😀
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This is a hard thing to like, but your eloquence is brilliant. Very moving. ( I’m curious if it is all metaphorical, or actually happened, going by your tags?)
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your comment is very kind and greatly appreciated – this is, indeed, metaphorical
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Thank you, Paul. And you are welcome. I am glad it’s completely metaphorical!
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I really like this
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I’m glad it worked for you
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I loved this, almost sounds like a Lou Reed song to me!
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like the way you think
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I love the imagery of meeting myself yesterday – ending in the black drain of tomorrow. The colors in the pictures tell me another story of rain and life.
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it’s all of a piece, I suppose
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Interesting; this imagery carries an unsettling idea
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appreciate you taking the time to comment
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