Night Town of Words

too dark to write

Dark shapes lose their forms, as the darkness

creeps over the cobbles. Torn newspapers lose

their printed heart-blood, thrown before my

shiny, pointed, going-out shoes.

This is not the time for a manifesto, it is the

age of uncertain quality.

The past races from me and hides in doorways,

running over curved bridges, sticking out its tongue.

Chains of light break and form.

I read my notes, pulled from a pocket of coins and crumbs.

The letters have no sense, they are night shapes.

I is my body, am is longer, weaker. Unhappy starts

with a boat, a half face stretching up into the stars or

half lights, p and y slip down into the next line, the

forms all wrong, a scale with just one wrong note.

I am unhappy ? Did I write this ?

Reviews

[LinBin]

An intriguing; inventive read......very well written and observed.

[Sethnicity]

Very Well done! and I can see it's been well received. I love the atmosphere of the poem right from the get go it read something like a classic story like the "Tale of Two Cities"
and yes I must assume you did write this! :)

I hope you continue w/ this theme.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'I read my notes, pulled from a pocket of coins and crumbs.', lots of ingenuity in this and some nicely expressed poetry. i very much enjoyed.

[Coyote Poetry]

"This is not the time for a manifesto, it is the
age of uncertain quality."
I like the thoughts and strong statements in the poem. The ending made this poem complete. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Eric Cox]

I really like your style of imagery penned. Excellent write.

Firstly, the title drew me in as it was unique and interesting - Upon further reading of your work I was not disappointed. I really like your style and the ideas that you introduced. Thank you for sharing :)

[Aditi Mahajan]

I liked the way you expressed 'I am unhappy'. Great!

[Chris]

Write, written, live... "I am unhappy... " a truth perhaps - oft tasted and seldom recognized until the eyes close and the tears leak.

[WhiteWillow]

Read this many times, found it very intriguing. I love reading pieces that make me think, and analyze, and guess as to the true meaning behind the words.

I felt as though I was transported back in time, to the old world, walking down cobbled streets lit by meager lamplight, a central character of a novel. And then, the second stanza allows me to glimpse into the mind of the author, the creator of this other world, wonderfing where to take the character.

I'm most likely waaaay off base, but I thoroughly enjoyed my time spent reading this piece.