Kelly Kurt

Gold Star - 206,566 Points (1/14/1958 / Cedar Rapids Iowa)

Brick Lane - Poem by Kelly Kurt

Cobbled, maple lined Road, shadowed in leaves and time
Staggered, ruddy blocks remember halcyon days
Wooden wagon wheels, unhurriedly rattling along
Rhythmically heralding their passage

Corners now chipped, faces weathered and worn
Weeds growing in cracks assuage the clatter
Rubber tires hum a different refrain
But the chorus remains the same

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about Brick Lane by Kelly Kurt

  • Agatha Eliza (10/19/2015 3:57:00 AM)

    The cobbled roads and wooden wagon wheels makes me think of something from another time. The contrast between a world of old and a world of new is exquisite. I love the poem.10 + (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (10/19/2015 10:58:00 AM)

    The small town where I live is 160 years old and still has sections of brick lanes. I love them. Thanks, Agatha

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  • Valsa George (8/30/2015 1:24:00 AM)

    Such cobbled or brick lain paths remind us of something old and sweet! On such roads rubber tires 'hum a different refrain! I feel as if suddenly transported to an interior suburb of my younger days! (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (8/30/2015 9:43:00 AM)

    Thank you, Valsa. They tore up one such road a while ago and I saved some of the bricks to pave a small patio at the church where I reside

  • Bhargabi Dei Mahakul (8/29/2015 4:13:00 PM)

    Shadow of leaves and time along with brick lane speaks about wise imagery which is drawn here. Fantastic sharing....10 (Report) Reply

    Kelly Kurt (8/29/2015 7:53:00 PM)

    There are quite a few old brick lanes in my small town. They always transport my mind to earlier, more simple times
    Thanks, Bhargabi

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2015

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