“Night Broadway” by Leonid Afremov
competing marquees
glare and kick at the rain
dripping titles on tourists
as puddles of playwrights
collect in the cracks
of sly sidewalks
conspiring to end-around
critics with colors
refracted and sheened
at disposable incomes
and bourgeoisie tastes
(originally posted December 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Love puddles of playwrights.
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thanks kindly, professor
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I love your use of personification, Paul–you do it so well, it fascinates me.
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I can’t explain it – it just seems right to use, sometimes
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I heartily agree.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Very moving!
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appreciate that
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Most excellent piece of imagery…
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much appreciated
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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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A poem in 3D if that is possible! What a picture you paint!
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it must be my trifocals
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Love the “dripping” and “puddles” lines especially.
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it seemed apropos of the rain I had in mind
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Perfection.
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You capture things with words
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that’s what I strive for
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Keep doing
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Now I’ve got the song in my head… “They say the neon lights are bright…on Broadway…”
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magic in the air
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That’s the next phrase I was going to type–thanks for sparing me the effort 🙂 🙂
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Broadway signs animated. I love this!
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*smile*
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Reblogged this on Alan's Anarchy: Daily Prompts.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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You’re welcome 🙂
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