Poetry

Saturday, 10 December 2022

Grammar Models

 Solace in the landscape

Is pretty

Seems to vanish energy

Seems to take all sorrow

From the doors of perception


Than in a big city the nerves jangle hit

against others

Are sparked off, like a fuse box

And the city lights go out


Dazzling amazing on the water

Languid, never sleeps

Oozing

this nightlife


In the countryside

The quiet night rolls

On, and what is there to do but

bemoan the passing time

The dreary year


In the buzzing city light, and flashes

The promise of glamour

But the dashed hope on the streets

The stammer of steps

that you fall down

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