Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

From Where I Sit - Poem by Not Long Left

Through eighteen glass sqaures
lined with lead-
The outside world
A spiders view.
Half a window here,
another half there,
Top side of porch,
and a section of bare wall.
Behind the faces,
those stone shaped faces,
all is not what it seems.
Hidden from view,
a sometime shadow,
a movement of curtain,
a scream at 2am.
Death of the neigbour,
it's all too quiet.

Comments about From Where I Sit by Not Long Left

  • (5/7/2006 6:44:00 AM)

    Much talent, enjoyed the flow and felt myself placed in medieval times, a stately manner
    Full of intrigue and atmosphere
    Love Duncan

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  • (5/7/2006 6:32:00 AM)

    I love the mounting tension in this poem. The silence grows until it becomes unbearable and bursts. There is always a sense of danger when everything is too quiet in our concrete jungle. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 7, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, May 8, 2006

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