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The storm

by Sam Roberts



The town’s flashing, like a sporadic lampshade

And my cigarette’s burning a death red sentence

Right down to the tip, Sending it’s siesta early

Into a muddy glass of ash,



Black crow, cantering the towns silence

Falling like this tree beside me,

shadowing behind a creature’s demise

01/13/2004

Posted on 01/13/2004
Copyright © 2025 Sam Roberts

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Richard Trotter on 01/13/04 at 01:56 AM

tightly written- you write about cigarettes a lot don't you, haha. the imagery is dark and rich, well done.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/13/04 at 03:01 AM

The beautiful aspect is that the observer turns into the observed and presents a two dimensional scene merged into one. The total scene in one go leaves the desired effect, produces the theme .

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