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Truant
The everyday
hustle of the city
plays tunefully
with the quiet rustling
of the silver birch branches
behind the bench
by the riverside.
The slow churning
tourist-laden boats
slosh lazy waves between
their passing bows -
while passengers
scramble to capture
a sun-kissed St. Paul’s.
The colossal Tate,
once a symbol of industry
holds the art of the city
with an architectural swagger
that steals the gasps
from gaping mouths.
The clipboard clack
of a blazer clad school kid
adjoins me once again
to the kafuffle,
causing my pen -
and I to cease.
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i like the word selection - words you can almost taste in your mouth like "slosh lazy" and ""kafuffle", words that are pleasing on the tongue. Have to say i've never read Kafuffle in a poem before so defo kudos for that!
i love the phrasing of "gasps from gaping mouths" |
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Comment by: Beck Online- 2008-06-30 12:23
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| Cheers Lindsay, you're always good for sorting out my terrible grammar and it's always appreciated. Glad you enjoyed it though. |
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Beautiful, as always. I feel as if I am there, when I read this, the description is so fresh and vivid.
Perhaps, "tourist-laden boats"
and "The colossal Tate, once a symbol.."
I love, "with an architectual swagger". Good work! |
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