Detached Living
by P.J.Reed
Detached, aloof in
Red bricked splendour,
Roof tiles sat in
Frowning rows and
Watched with stony stares.
The chimney pot
Refused to smoke.
In a haze of purple velour
Bay windows shut their eyes;
While greying garden statues
Slowly turned away.
Golden leaves floated,
Whispering softly to
A wandering, wintry breeze.
The white gate screamed
On bleeding hinges;
Moaning to the wind.
And the robin flew away
And I was left outside, alone,
The dog, my child
And me.
Copyright ©: P.J.Reed
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Омар Хайям – Что я дружу с вином, не отрицаю, нет
- That Music Always Round Me. by Walt Whitman
- Ten Years After by Graham Rowlands
- Валерий Брюсов – Это матовым вечером мая
- Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem poem – John Keats poems
- Dreamer
- Зинаида Александрова – Одуванчик
- Story of a Drunk by Violet Uram
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я всё чаще думаю о судьях
- Her Reply by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот, главный вход
- The Truce of the Bear by Rudyard Kipling
- Николай Глазков – Последний зимний
- In The Metropolitan Museum by Sara Teasdale
- CIA Dope Calypso by Allen Ginsberg
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