Absent Dreams

The city is a lonely place

streets of barren cement

cold chills each corner holds

devoid of people's faces

a sinister sullen fog creeps in

standing sentry lamposts dim

wind and rain''s stale wet vapors

lend the night time air its scents

Inside dying spirits feeling tense

as fear of vague plagues draw nigh

opague masks donned once more

   hiding behind their silent door

                       

                          and

 the city is a lonely place once more

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

our nearest county saw the biggest rise in cases in one day since the start of the pandemic.

Seems towns and cities are turning into a desolate London on cold and foggy night.

Eerie to see everything shutting down again. Quite a description here.
j.

[Fran Marie]

I know.. right?..very eerie like watching
the twilight zone ..thanks Jacob

[Chris Shaw]

You describe the mood of lockdown and the virus perfectly here Fran. A depressing scene. Lonely streets, dark and Foggy. Hardly uplifting for the battered spirits. Reminds me of Victorian London. Atmospheric read.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

yes, it is all so depressing and sad
Thanks Chris for reading;

[NotUsinganymore]

Interesting poem about he cities. I agree with your points

[Fran Marie]

Thanks for reading JungLee

[NotUsinganymore]

You are welcome

[Coyote Poetry]

Too quiet in Michigan too. People got use to doing less. I hope the coronavirus end soon. I need a concert, a festival and new conversation. Hello dear Fran and thank you for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Fran Marie]

yes we certainly could use some
new energy and excitement. also
in kentucky..it's dull and oh so quiet
thanks. John

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Fran and you are welcome.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Fran I now live in Oakland CA, the east side, your write it's home no pun intended, but true. Poverty is the result where the rich will never set foot but I'm poor without options I call it home 🏡

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Mauricio I hear ya..the
have and the have nots..although this
pandemic doesn't discriminate either

[Anuja Sharma]

Well I think this era is going to be remembered forever. So much dejection, loneliness all around. I liked the way how you briefly knitted all the thoughts here. May we hope the city is again filled with those beautiful scents with masks off.
Thanks for sharing.

[Fran Marie]

would be wonderful to see busy city streets once again with sound of
laughter and good cheer..thanks Abuja
I always welcome your kind reviews..

[emmajoy]

More than mere words but a record of how it has been, is and more than likely will be for quite a while. How well you've used your skills to make me near shiver at your poem - tis far. far more than fine writing,

'.. wind and rain''s stale wet vapors - lend the night time air its scents - Inside dying spirits feeling tense '

[Fran Marie]

Hi em; thanks for stopping by
yes I'm afraid it's going last for
some time still I appreciate your
great review ever so..stay well