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The Bleak Night
a deserted road with abandoned shops
the rubbish piled high
rain splatters in the dark
soaking mould-filled boxes
nearby a cat screeches
primitive cries of fear, loneliness or hunger
the unseen cat wails again
and still the rain falls
the rubbish piled high
rain splatters in the dark
soaking mould-filled boxes
nearby a cat screeches
primitive cries of fear, loneliness or hunger
the unseen cat wails again
and still the rain falls
Published 15th Oct 2020
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15th Oct 2020 10:23pm
Love this imagery Lozzamus! Both the certainty of nature and the uncertainty of its cries.
16th Oct 2020 10:15pm
16th Oct 2020 2:01am
Now that's what I call a bleak night painted to perfection
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
16th Oct 2020 10:17pm
16th Oct 2020 1:50pm
It's a lovely image, Lozzamus. Your poem can be painted as a very expressive picture.
16th Oct 2020 10:18pm
16th Oct 2020 11:39pm
17th Oct 2020 10:17pm
17th Oct 2020 3:39am
Dear L,
I love the reference to the howling cat. There is nothing more jarring when you feel at your most vulnerable and lonely than a screeching cat that won’t leave you in peace. As usual, my friend, you hit your target with brilliant descriptions of the nightmare that rejection and the hollow feeling on loneliness brings. Awesome write. H🌷
I love the reference to the howling cat. There is nothing more jarring when you feel at your most vulnerable and lonely than a screeching cat that won’t leave you in peace. As usual, my friend, you hit your target with brilliant descriptions of the nightmare that rejection and the hollow feeling on loneliness brings. Awesome write. H🌷
17th Oct 2020 10:18pm
