Gaslight Park

You float like leaf into my pocket

I hold you there like a fine piece of gold 

A child with a fresh picked flower

White lace wind whistles past my face 

Circling me in daybreak beauty 

We wander gaslight park

Sharp waters linger in red stone background 

Shrinking sun blazing low 

You are the queen of crystal bone

Me the king of falling stars

The empty night now

Taste like a waking dream 

Obsidian moon 

Pushing up

We strode past a liquor faced vagrant 

Fingers bleeding out liquid music from steel guitar

Iron lips moving in typewriter lyrics 

You slipped him your last dollar

He smiled

Reviews

[Jennifer Patino]

Very good write. You've got wonderful imagery & use of metaphor here. I like it a lot.

[Neal S]

Thank you so much.

[Katrina Mckeown]

Very beautiful poem, flows well with lovely imagery . Great Job:)

[Neal S]

Thanks so much.

[Katrina Mckeown]

You are very welcome

[Great Aunt Astri]

It is lovely to share happiness. Not only did she give him a dollar, but she made him smile. But did she leave ?ref, the empty night? But memories can be happy too.

[Hebe]

Lovely imagery ....you just get a fuzzy feeling of two people enjoying their walk at sunset... delightful.

[Ken Simm.]

That second stanza is extraordinary. As a visual artist I tend to see most things er.... visually. This is more that seen it is percieved. The colours, the moods, the atmopheres. All here in abundance and very enjoyable they are too.

[Neal S]

Thanks for the kind words Ken.

[aLittlePain]

Powerful, honest poetry. Good stuff bruv! R xo

[Neal S]

Thank you! :)

[Tazeen Ahmed]

An honest and creative poem!
Loved reading.

[Neal S]

Thank you so much!

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful words and thoughts in the poetry. I liked the honest tone leading to good ending. You create people, place and a gift of a dollar. Thank you Neal for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Neal S]

Thank you Sir!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Lorry]

That was quite a picture you painted in the minds of the readers Neal. If only all walks were as tranquil and calming to the mind as this one. I pictured this as a silent walk, with dream like qualities, until the last verse that captures perfectly what you heard, liquid music. Superb.

[Neal S]

Thank you Sir!!

[Lorry]

Welcome :)

[Valentine]

A romantic and a wistful write. I more than smiled reading this. Valentine

[Neal S]

Thank you ma'am!