Muted City Poem by Deborah Lee Pruett
Muted City
There's a dark moon
in a still sky
desperate hours
slowly slip by.
Lonely street lights
change for no one
muted city
loaded shotgun.
Dirty windows
on the third floor
empty bottles
block a thin door.
Silent hallway
no foot falls near
whimpering cries
no ear can hear.
Wrinkled bed sheets
broken frame springs
battered lamp shades
two golden rings.
Very lyrical. The tone was bleak until that very last line which cause the reader to wonder and hope. Thanks for something very captivating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:25:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I agree with Mary below, the mood is one of desperation and lonliness until perhaps a glimmer of hope shifts the tone in the closing line. Keenly observed and composed. j.