Saturday, June 18, 2011

Streets are uneven when you’re
down
head slammed against the
cold
old soul laying therein
lies
altered faces in puddles ugly  
alone

what’s in a
name
when thinking stops and lore
begins
what truth is there to
find

perspective is a funny
thing
streets are uneven when you’re
down

Posted in response to a prompt at One Stop Poetry where they are featuring the lyrics and songs of Jim Morrison. Visit One Stop Poetry to see the wonderful words of poets. 

5 comments:

  1. Uneven streets. I think everything feels unbalanced when you're down. I enjoyed this and thought about it for a few minutes after I read it.

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  2. ha. wicked good...love the flow of yours...streets are uneven and you took that and ran...

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  3. Well done in words, images and shapes.

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  4. The architecture lends to the prompt and your words, really lent to the read. Nice write! ~ Rose

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