Burnt Sienna by Anita Mac
My inner city
is at war.
Streets painted in anguish
by some unknown Misery.
05/24/2008 Posted on 05/24/2008 Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 05/24/08 at 06:05 PM I hope you paint like you write. We all have these inner struggles where pathos rules the day. You paint quite well with words. Well done! |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/24/08 at 11:54 PM anita, this is top-notch, m'lady...my inner city streets...toooo cool, a sad write, eh? but a good one!...charlie |
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 05/25/08 at 05:15 AM every now and then i stumble across a very short poem that i like a lot. sometimes fewer words indeed make for a stronger punch in the stomach and you've done that here. your capitalixation of Misery tells its own tale. well written anita... |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 05/28/08 at 05:09 AM ...but do we really know any other kind of life...? |
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