Driving Through Port Clarence: (Teesside, December 12th,2020) Poem by DM W
Driving Through Port Clarence: (Teesside, December 12th,2020)
Rating: ★5.0
Billboards are glowing with crude illusions
Of happiness in industrial wastelands.
They are juxtaposed with mass confusion
And despair. Those who really understand
Current woes are the poor and the oppressed;
Who can see right through the commercial blaze
Of signs in regions that remain unblessed.
The rest are blinded by the glossy haze.
Monday, December 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,modern
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12/25/2025 3:45:01 AM # 1.0.0
Behold and learn the bling, bling of crass advertising. People everyday see what they don't want to see through garish advertising. And while driving the ones lit up like the Blackpool illuminations are the most distracting. Using a mobile phone whilst driving is a no no, why not those electronic billboards that we simply can never ignore due to their crafty roadside placements that one can almost touch. Full marks Dominic and take care.