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Full Circlelessly

On a day much like any other day
the morning sun was returned on time,
a brightly summered tuesday morn
acurately warm, with a breeze sublime.

Streetlights have been back on schedule for hours
courteously using the yellow before the red-light,
comparitively, no evidence remained
of the rude, practice drills, creating havoc all night!

Eightly a.m. and most all was quiet
a suffocating deafness liltly lingered in the air;
night's canopy removed her dank, darkness,
then left her humming, silently of desert despair.

Jumbled thoughts as I walked, played in unison,
with my visual accompaniment;
the present uderscored to my future, seriously
causing me to wonder where the past, up and went.

After keeping my non-essential appointment,
I noticed hard, while the streets I did roam;
my journey had taken me full circlessly
but, for now my future was in getting, swiftly back home.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

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About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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Comments

Roscoe Lane

Roscoe Lane

13 years ago

A very.

A very philisophical stroll through the streets of life, leaving us with more questions. Great poem. Regards Roscoe..