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)
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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