Warsaw

And the dreams were always the same.

The children, pressing down on the rusted peddles of their tricycles, trying so hard to go nowhere.
The women, dipping the clothes in salt water before cranking them onto the lines far above the dirty streets.
The men, smoking cigars and listening to the voices scream from the radios,
And the radios, thumping wildly from the floors.

And all the things that would be hidden and lost behind paintings and mirrors, under floorboards, sandwiched between railroad tracks.
The feeling of standing in the dark for hours waiting,
And the dirt between the nails, the toes, the skin and the flesh.

And I, dreaming, not wanting to awake.

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

well written imagery moment

The children, pressing down on the rusted peddles of their tricycles, trying so hard to go nowhere.
The women, dipping the clothes in salt water before cranking them onto the lines far above the dirty streets.
The men, smoking cigars and listening to the voices scream from the radios,
And the radios, thumping wildly from the floors.

moment that never be forgotten :) bless

[A. Amos]

Your world of creative writing takes your readers to different part of the world, that is form of magic and your spell:) simply amazing...

[ANM]

Description is everything, you brought this to life!

[Dave]

This is impressive. Very Impressive! Both Imagery and Expression are very much balanced.

[Patrick Henry]

This is the first time I have had so many things to say about a poem "good" and I can't figure out how to start it!! lol From the history to the food and scenery, Poland is very beautiful!! A friend of mine, who I am allowed to use her pictures on some of my poems, is from there. I read this poem of yours about 6 times. I'm glad I came across it tonight!! xoxo -Mark

[Bodhi]

this poem is so descriptive.
i think this is so well written, and
intimates emotional imagery so very well. :)

[jennifer little]

wonderful job keep up the good work and nice write

[BS Johnson]

Wow....you took me to that place. And in the end, I felt relief that it was a dream. Good poem.

[emily]

This is really really one of the best poems I've come across on this site. I'm really daft about poetry and pretty bad at critiqing it, but I know what I like. And this was really, really wonderful.

[Phoenix]

I like this sort of thing, it's kind of like a very short story. I haven't been able to write like this though. Nice one :)