Jimi Doyle

Rookie (Chicago)

The Thousands - Poem by Jimi Doyle

1000 arenas
1000 flaws
1000 yellow steps

the thousands

deft-footed ones
sidewise wonders

the moon tonight
slashing a ray of light
upon the window slats
through to the walls
as moontide arrows

thunder slack moon
is now hiding
now showing
against odd
almost false
purple clouds

the thousands
1000 sirens
1000 charities
1000 vapors
the moon tonight
razoring through
1000 false clouds
finding itself
against the window
slats and walls


Comments about The Thousands by Jimi Doyle

  • Rookie Cheyeanne Miller (1/3/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    i agree 100%. by the way how are you doing these days? (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie S. A. S. (2/12/2007 12:13:00 AM)

    1000 eyes. I'm watching you to see what you make next out of our little alphabet (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Christina Diaz (8/4/2006 8:49:00 PM)

    one word: wow!
    thats deep...1000 cheers (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anong All (6/19/2005 11:51:00 AM)

    The imagery of your poem is very different. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 23, 2004



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