Leila Samarrai


Walk Down The Boulevard - Poem by Leila Samarrai

These streets will never be close to me.
The land is lonely, and the sky is
A dreamy shroud the color of the bloodied stone.

Wind taps on the bones,
The birds gnash with their fangs.
My imprisoned walk desultory from collisions
with revived pillars.
I walk the ghostly cage of felt
Which serves to soothe the birds
Lost in a dream, cumbersome, I grow
Amidst Necessity.

Topic(s) of this poem: stranger

Form: Lyric


Comments about Walk Down The Boulevard by Leila Samarrai

  • (12/9/2015 11:22:00 AM)


    Very dark in this unhappy, yet necessary world. I like 'wind taps on the bones. I neither like nor understand 'birds gnash with their fangs'? Explanation to me would be appreciated. All the best Terry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015



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