Matthew Holloway

Gold Star - 6,519 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Wednesday Twentyseventh - Poem by Matthew Holloway

Wednesday twentyseventh
set in the autum, winter crossover
the streets which makeup my daily walk
dark, dampened by last nights rain
the sky above overcast
in a tomb like greyness
no birds heard, the roads quiet
I walk alone with my thoughts
still waking, yawning, sitring
my eyes heavy, sleep deprived
bones ache, shins sore
distant sounds, traffic rumbles
beyond the houses I pass
further up the road
a steel frame cimbs upwards
carrying electric cables
which buzz in the air
I walk on a little further
entering the same building
as so many days before
a life in employment
another day, same again

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 28, 2013

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