Watch.

Had to write something in response to a particular image. I can't remember if we had to do poetry or not, but I probably would have done it anyway.

The world is

gray today.

And

 

the smell of

dirty tar

stings the nostrils of

passers-by.

 

Still,

each thing is

in its place;

 

except

the fog.

 

The fog

slinks into sleeves and teases wrists

and ankles.

 

It even is so

bold

as to

kiss

 

the watch,

leaving curious

dew-drops on its indifferent

face.

Author's Note

Any comments would be nice. And sorry about not having the photo the poem was based on--I did it too long ago to remember where to look.

Reviews

[justice]

I like this. It is full of wonderful description and images. It is a little simplistic up to the end. I found the ending very smartly written and wonderfully described. "leaving curious/dew-drops on its indifferent/face" is a really cool couple lines. I really enjoyed the read. The one problem I found was the odd capitalization of "And" in L3. I didn't understand it. Explanation? Thanks for sharing this poem. Keep on writing and keep on sharing! Have a great day!
J

[TheBandit]

The world is gray today
I really liked reading this
It always makes me uncomfortable when a poem is spaced in a way unnatural to how my brain reads it but it's always done with a reason I realize
The title of the poem was especially intriguing
I love how it's inspired by a photo too, little things always create lots of inspiration
Great job