Down cobblestone streets
whose curbs contain
remnants of snow–a shining
white glow under
a ball of red blood
moon–he treads, briefcase
in hand. With street lamps
unlit, he walks along
white chalk divider.
In nature's light
he is guided.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Thanks so much, Carrie. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving day! (Shame all the retailers have skipped right over my favorite holiday in favor of Christmas.)
Very nice- descriptive, Sara.
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Thanks, Mike!
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Beautiful poem! Just lovely!
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Thank you. I really appreciate that.
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Sooo very descriptive, Sarah. I could paint the picture with only your words to model, and with the scene from my mind like I’ve been there before.
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Nature’s light is the best guide of all. This is wonderful my friend! I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving with those you love.
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Thanks so much, Carrie. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving day! (Shame all the retailers have skipped right over my favorite holiday in favor of Christmas.)
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Sooo very descriptive, Sarah. I could paint the picture with only your words to model, and with the scene from my mind like I’ve been there before.
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Thank you so much for that, Jim.
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Nice. What’s in his briefcase? Enquiring minds want to know!
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I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.
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Ahahaha!!
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A very vivid scene painted by your words Sara
Happy Sunday
Much💛love
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Thanks Gillena! Happy Sunday to you.💜💜
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