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Once, In November

In a room somewhere I see
A silent image of people who
Cry but do not talk and it

Seems to be all in
A great, white and frozen snow
Globe… a stage, a

Lone woman and nothing
But silence and hands and
People hanging perilously close

To the edge of
A railing. All,

All like a dream on a long night
Of numbers and colors and
Soft footsteps in a locked room

Where we only hear the rattling
Of ice and the purr of taxis
Waiting far below… Such a

Quiet night in a room,
Somewhere.

12 thoughts on “Untitled

  1. Suyash J November 13, 2016 / 5:38 pm

    Wow what a picture ! Modern day isolation at its best

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  2. ZQ November 13, 2016 / 8:38 pm

    Yikes! I was hoping you wouldn’t end it by jumping off the terrace 🙂
    Great write.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky November 13, 2016 / 8:58 pm

    I can feel that quiet night. I really like the lone woman, and hands, and people hanging perilously close…you have set a somber mood to perfection.

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  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) November 13, 2016 / 9:21 pm

    This poem has the same feeling as a painting by Edward Hopper.. the sense of emptiness, and to be part and yet apart, an urban kind of loneliness maybe.

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  5. Mary November 13, 2016 / 10:05 pm

    You have given a new dimension to the idea of ‘quiet.’

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  6. Wendy Bourke November 14, 2016 / 2:42 am

    This, for me, felt like the ache of loneliness. A profound piece.

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  7. thotpurge November 14, 2016 / 2:59 am

    nothing But silence and hands..inside the quiet of an icy snow globe.. eerie loneliness! Great write.

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  8. Susan November 14, 2016 / 3:56 am

    Funny how I’ve been seeing Hillary Clinton like that, after images floating in front of me as I stand alone in a quiet room. Definitely perilous. Stunning poem.

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  9. oldegg November 14, 2016 / 5:25 am

    The stunned silence of realization that dreams have been shattered. How well this can be visualized in the powm.

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  10. hypercryptical November 14, 2016 / 7:35 pm

    A clever write.
    “Soft footsteps in a locked room” – love that.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-Wade November 15, 2016 / 11:34 am

    Puts me in mind of Last Year at Marienbad!

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