Four Pictures of an Average Town

could be anywhere

This is a town full of windows and holes,

the houses have not grown up together.

They are waiting to be born.

The slabs in the pavement are not friends,

they have been forced together.

But they do not pull away under my feet.

The streets have arms, they stretch like lovers,

the ways do not lead to where i wish to go.

And it starts to cold.

The cars crawl through the evening,

a braclet given to appease an insulted friend.

This is a square, hard place. Stop.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Average towns--especially smaller ones--have some definite similarities--but they're hardly cookie-cutter creations.
Besides, I've always appreciated any small town I've ever lived in; they're friendly, cozy and quaint--and the nosey sons-a-b*****s who live there, have always minded my business extremely well!
Ingeniously fashioned, profoundly intriguing piece, Leslie.

[Amila Jay]

Wow. this is brilliant :))

[Mockingbird]

shows a bleak place, an old childhood neighborhood seen from an adult point of view. it also shows the simplicity of a mundane and anti-climactic life. very surreal images. great job.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

A very unique style to this and very well done. The images very well could be anywhere at all. Wonderfully done!

[Black Hole Halo]

You have a very interesting writing style, it's not like most of the others on here so far, I like your poetry, you have a very unique way of describing your surroundings.

[Monica]

I think this is beautifully written and full of imagery that really anyone can relate to. The meaning each line carries is vivid, each word adding character...well done!

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you"ve been here? lol Very well written :) and Ah I was born in the sixties lol

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. indeed, it "could be anywhere" in the world ... i can easily relate to these images ... superbly written ... Circe said it so well ... and i completely agree with Circe's review ...

[Circe]

this has an eerie, nostalgic quality, you have described those sensations nestled in the back of our subconscious about the average town that we live in, the quiet unsettledness of suburbia and the directions of life from such a place. is there any escape, or a point in trying to get away from these streets. there is a feeling of something not quite fitting right, something forced upon us. wonderful imagery and subject matter.