It Goes On...

Street Scene in my town

Passing clouds

bring rain on a

Wednesday morning

as I stand at a

corner tea shop,

sipping coffee,

puffing on a ‘cancer

stick,’ watching a trio

of pigeons roosting

in the balcony of a

multi-storied building

across the street.

Crows fly hither

and thither.

I whisper under

my breath and

touch my heart,

as a white hearse

van passes through

leaving behind

theflavour of

sandalwood !

 

Reviews

[Daniel Thomas Andrew Da..]

Great stuff. The humdrum of another day, life in general, the mundane we all go through. Nice pictures of everyday existence, which can be so boring in so many ways, but usually is the food of the mind or soul which gets us through it all. Yep, it goes on. I liked this poem a fair bit - understood it - and like its style. Direct. Good work.