Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Brick House Grind Down

slip outta the car
stand in the parking lot
stop listen - hum of cars
day is cold -4
frost is thick and white
it mostly covers the graffiti.
look down at the debris
chucked from windows above:
rulers, math sheets and pencil crayons
- no stapplers today -
rusty beer caps and brown glass
little weed bag blows, swirls by the door
walk past the massive wall
all those bricks look heavy
breath a stage sigh - huff - and walk in
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17 comments:

  1. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallOctober 25, 2010 at 9:48 PM

    dynamic and compact words...
    beautiful poetry.

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  2. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallOctober 25, 2010 at 9:48 PM

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    Hello,
    I invite you to participate at our Monday potluck party,
    Link in a poem to share, or write a poem fitting our theme of love and romance, thanks for the attention,
    If you follow our blog, we will place your link in our blog roll.
    Happy Monday!
    Happy Poetry Writing and sharing.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 6, 2011 at 1:18 PM

    Very acute observation, Ollie. Could see it all.

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  4. Rinkly RimesJanuary 6, 2011 at 1:59 PM

    Oh dear! I hope your next poem tells us about your LOVELY surroundings! Only joking!

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  5. flaubertJanuary 6, 2011 at 3:07 PM

    Wow, Ollie you took me directly to the scene.
    Pamela

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  6. StewartJanuary 6, 2011 at 5:22 PM

    Good stuff man. I find it evocative of some of the imagist poetry i've read recently.

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  7. Philip ThriftJanuary 6, 2011 at 5:51 PM

    Nice noticings and details make this a pleasurable read.

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  8. ScottlBJanuary 6, 2011 at 6:21 PM

    Brings forth descriptive images,Thanks for sharing Ollie

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  9. Juice BoxJanuary 6, 2011 at 7:24 PM

    Wonderful writing as always, Ollie.

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  10. signed...bkmJanuary 6, 2011 at 11:07 PM

    Really enjoy reading your work...you take us to places unseen and unthought of by many - great write..bkm

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  11. RashmiJanuary 7, 2011 at 12:50 AM

    Beautiful poem with vivid imges..

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  12. SusannahJanuary 7, 2011 at 7:37 AM

    Really vivid imagery, I could see the scene. :-)

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  13. Abigail Pearl PopeJanuary 7, 2011 at 12:45 PM

    "all those bricks look heavy" is my favorite line.
    Also "little weed bag blows, swirls by the door." Man, I can see that so realistically in my mind's eye. It reminds me of the shitty neighborhood I lived in growing up.

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  14. WeaselJanuary 7, 2011 at 6:39 PM

    Vivid observations, Ollie ^^ Wonderfully written work =D

    -Weasel

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  15. anthonynorthJanuary 8, 2011 at 6:16 AM

    Really enjoyed that. Tightly written.

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  16. EllaJanuary 8, 2011 at 6:44 PM

    It all is so vivid; Great imagery, Well Done~

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  17. Eileen T O'Neill .....January 9, 2011 at 7:18 AM

    Old Ollie,
    A superb piece of observation and first class writing.

    Best wishes, Eileen

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