glow by Angela Thomas today was one of the greatest days. it was nothing special, a brisk twenty-one degrees outside, waiting for the bus that would cross central park and take me home as i realized this. the daylight was filled with live music, loud and cracking singing voices, mulled wine, and memories retold on the subway by a blushing young lady of eighty-three. the night was filled with laughter and the soft thud of little feet jumping over a slinky stretched from end to end. and tonight, i am going to lay in bed with my cat and curl up with a book and a prayer. no, a belief, the truth, that everything is exactly as it should be, exactly as it should be going, and soon i will find out where that is. sometimes, i still lay awake at night listening to the sounds of this old building settling more and more, but often, as on the walk home, sleeping is like seeing the familiar pink glow from the neon liquor sign on the sidewalk around the corner, and i sigh into the heaving boards and rushing pipes. i sleep soundly now because this is the life i always imagined. 01/11/2009 Posted on 01/12/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/12/09 at 05:43 AM I think "glow" applies to this quite nicely. Nice work. Posted by Kris Mara on 05/08/09 at 11:59 AM beautiful -- an intimate telling of external surroundings and how they affect you -- so vivid, it's like I'm watching you walk by (partly from the inside...if that makes sense). Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)