Observations Of A Native Poem by Jeremy Horsford

Observations Of A Native

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This place can be a odd place at times, from
the perspective of someone who has lived here
since birth.

A spot of morning doom and gloom, followed by a
sprinkle of living for the weekend. I see/hear
that every day.

Faces of daily astonishment at prices. Anti-love
of jobs. Scraps of freedom at lunchtime.

The morning anxiety passes and the sun finally

Faces accept their daily fate.

Self service transforms into silver service.

More offers and acceptances.

Smiles and laughter fill the finite free moments.

The bell rings. The tumbleweeds roll. The
office is a desert and the drinks begin to flow.

The relaxed evening is filled with full
stomachs and tired eyes, before it starts again.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: london
Kewayne Wadley 29 February 2016

Painstakingly true! Word for word in the purest form. I'd love to see you come back and revise another Version of this piece. Like from another point of view. Picture perfect! Very precise! KW

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Sofia Kioroglou 03 October 2015

Dear Jeremy, you have a unique way of writing which I really find captivating. I await more poetic surprises from you and thank you again for this beautiful poem!

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Raymond Farrell 07 June 2015

I think this captivates succinctly the mundane and unfulfilling life many are now living in the modern industrial era. The dull and repetitive routine that takes its toll on the human spirit.

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Jeremy Horsford

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