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Array ( [sid] => 8634 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Cold Sunday Morning [time] => 2002-12-15 20:30:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Cold sunday morning arrives, I travel to work,
past the ghostly,silver,coated birch.
A lifeline of blood,that fights being cooled,
unsightly graffiti on railway bridge scrooled.
Security barriers at the black gates of dock,
the deserted offices,crammed high into block.
I pace the gum layered pavements,tread the cigarette butts,the queue rapidly grows,as impatience for bus.
The guy in football colour,spits his phlegm on the street,angry no doubt at last nights defeat.
I try to take shelter,from the cold numbing pain,on burnt plastic seats,in this skeletal frame.
It revealed much about man,as daybreak was dawning,I saw the truth in the City,on this cold sunday morning.
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Cold Sunday Morning

Contributed by peterdoswell on Sunday, 15th December 2002 @ 08:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

Cold sunday morning arrives, I travel to work,
past the ghostly,silver,coated birch.
A lifeline of blood,that fights being cooled,
unsightly graffiti on railway bridge scrooled.
Security barriers at the black gates of dock,
the deserted offices,crammed high into block.
I pace the gum layered pavements,tread the cigarette butts,the queue rapidly grows,as impatience for bus.
The guy in football colour,spits his phlegm on the street,angry no doubt at last nights defeat.
I try to take shelter,from the cold numbing pain,on burnt plastic seats,in this skeletal frame.
It revealed much about man,as daybreak was dawning,I saw the truth in the City,on this cold sunday morning.

Copyright © peterdoswell ... [ 2002-12-15 20:30:00]
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Re: Cold Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by juliette on Sunday, 15th December 2002 @ 10:10:37 PM AEST
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I enjoyed reading this, my first read of the night. Now the challenge, to find another I like as much. Very, very good write!
Thanks for sharing!
*Juliette

Re: Cold Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by juliette on Sunday, 15th December 2002 @ 10:11:17 PM AEST
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I enjoyed reading this, my first read of the night. Now the challenge, to find another I like as much. Very, very good write!
Thanks for sharing!
*Juliette

Re: Cold Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 15th December 2002 @ 11:22:18 PM AEST
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Lovely images.... I liked this... Welcome to ypdc...
Jenni

Re: Cold Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Monday, 16th December 2002 @ 08:54:27 AM AEST
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This poem is so full of the realities of what's in life...i love the images you give here in this poem and the way you speak of how you try and take shelter from the cold numbing pain, on burnt plastic seats, i can't even decide which lines are my favorite in this poem, the whole poem is beautiful....thanks for sharing t his one Peter and welcome to YPDC....i look forward to reading more of your poetry...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.

Re: Cold Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by POOBEAR on Monday, 16th December 2002 @ 12:54:03 PM AEST
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I thought this was so well written
because your sharp observations
of all that you see created the whole
picture in my head.You have quite
a gift with words!Really loved it!

POOBEAR

Re: Cold Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by Unaekseveer1 on Wednesday, 18th December 2002 @ 11:30:21 AM AEST
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This to me is really good writing Peter,
Fabulously real mental imagery you got in here. Keep it up!

With love
Dean:-)

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