|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 185919
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Favorite Alley
[time] => 2019-02-22 17:08:08
[hometext] => Memories of another time, another me.
[bodytext] => I’ve had my share of back alley nights
when everything good, everything right
is hidden in shadows,
in the dark, of my memories.
I sat there in comfort, my score and me,
let the world go away so I could run free,
oh how I soared, to a place where no wings could fly.
Not moving an inch, never wondering why
I fought out of my skin,
but oh, damn, did I try.
N’ those gutters are crawling, same every night,
and in my favorite alley sits some soul in flight
and damn it’s so low there
I crawled up a mountain just
to visit the day.
Now part of me lives there, it always will,
silent and seeing
new sitters soaring while perfectly still...
Yea, my favorite alley, an eye-close away,
I loathe it and love it, miss it and shove it,
my favorite alley, I’ve never seen in the day.
[comments] => 8
[counter] => 159
[topic] => 44
[informant] => invierno
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Nostalgic
)
My Favorite Alley
Contributed by
invierno
on
Friday, 22nd February 2019 @ 05:08:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
|
I’ve had my share of back alley nights
when everything good, everything right
is hidden in shadows,
in the dark, of my memories.
I sat there in comfort, my score and me,
let the world go away so I could run free,
oh how I soared, to a place where no wings could fly.
Not moving an inch, never wondering why
I fought out of my skin,
but oh, damn, did I try.
N’ those gutters are crawling, same every night,
and in my favorite alley sits some soul in flight
and damn it’s so low there
I crawled up a mountain just
to visit the day.
Now part of me lives there, it always will,
silent and seeing
new sitters soaring while perfectly still...
Yea, my favorite alley, an eye-close away,
I loathe it and love it, miss it and shove it,
my favorite alley, I’ve never seen in the day.
Copyright ©
invierno
... [
2019-02-22 17:08:08]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: My Favorite Alley
(User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on
Friday, 22nd February 2019 @ 07:23:19 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
Your intro had me a bit nervous to be honest.
A great write and I especially liked the fourth stanza.
One can read this piece several ways. I chose to see light at the end of the tunnel. Nice flow too! |
|
|
Re: My Favorite Alley
(User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on
Saturday, 23rd February 2019 @ 12:46:09 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
I/'/m reading this as a place loved and longed for but only reachable now in the writers dreams. Nicely written. Poems that demand several reads inorder to glean the authors intent always get my attention.
Very well done
Oh barkeep!!!
Raker |
|
|
Re: My Favorite Alley
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Sunday, 24th February 2019 @ 05:52:51 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
the back alley,
hidden, since there is
no front, there is no secondary,
where there can be no
disingenuous salutations,
and bowling night, on
a Saturday I think was
indifferent in the back alley,
to lawn bowling, which was
characteristically, a vastly
differently played game -
The hedges, the fine trimmed
lawns - the way to get through
as if one was an under study/
and one day allowed to perform
I have no idea what this poem means,
but it sings about youth, my own
youth
And it seems raw which the older might, at
least back then,
demonstratively call bare.
Peace!
|
|
|
Re: My Favorite Alley
(User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on
Sunday, 24th February 2019 @ 06:49:44 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
Indeed the old hang outs
deep in the shadows
where we use to dwell
will for ever be a part of us
after we move on.... |
|
|
Re: My Favorite Alley
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Sunday, 24th February 2019 @ 10:22:21 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
I went back and reread this thing, and by god,
I think, knowing first hand that invierno has a good
science background,
it is miss spelled.
It should be my favorite Alloy
That is, when you melt two or more
elements together, where at least one of them
is a metal, you get an alloy.
A volcano, an alloy in the waiting,
an alloy, that once stood in the background
all by itself.
Wrought iron is an alloy,
and how exciting is it to know the many
alloys of aluminum, there are so many...
memories of alloy over time
You you can be me
And I/'/ll drink all the time
/'/cause were lovers
and that is a fact
/'/cause were lovers
yeah, that is that...
"we can be heroes"
David Bowie, said.
Peace!
|
|
|
Re: My Favorite Alley
(User Rating: 1 )
by duff on
Monday, 25th February 2019 @ 02:29:06 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
| We all live in darkness. Bittersweet at times yet we embrace the fraction of ourselves that walk the fine line. Captivating work. Stirring content that makes me want to ramble. |
|
|
Re: My Favorite Alley
(User Rating: 1 )
by ming on
Monday, 25th February 2019 @ 11:34:55 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
I know these alleys. I/'/m feeling this entirely.
ming |
|
|
Re: My Favorite Alley
(User Rating: 1 )
by ingeniusidiot on
Tuesday, 26th February 2019 @ 01:16:26 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
This definitely deserved a couple of passes. Great
piece. Ive taken a liking to your 4th and 5th stanzas.
To me this speaks not of childhood years or even that
of a weathered adult, but of that period right in the
middle. That time where we are carefree without
the responsibilities of the onslaught of full-blown
maturity. Where our hearts and minds as one sang
of rebellion before they went their separate ways.
Great piece my friend.
Rich |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
