Monday, 19 September 2011

Neon Sunsets

between neon sunsets
and concrete dawns
in a city that never sleeps
we are robbed of our dreams

on a bed of lies
and broken promises
we drift apart
weaving dreams
of another time
but it's all a lie

we drift apart
conceiving dreams
as time ticks over

our emotions
cocooned
in hostile womb
waiting
to be expelled
like afterbirth
and
like frail moths
they too will be drawn

to the lights, the pulse
of the city that never sleeps
dying to live, living to die
between concrete dawns
and neon sunsets
© Rose

10 comments:

  1. Whoa girl! This is a "Best of Rose" poem. I'm envious! Great wording and great message delivery.

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  2. vell well done. I miss living in the country.

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  3. Tug,
    Thank you dear friend :)

    Rachel,
    Thank you, also me, also me - give me the country anytime :)

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  4. I just love every word and every phrase in this poem. Kudos Girl.

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  5. Mad,
    Thank you so much dear lady :)

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  6. Hello! My first visit, will visit you again. Seriously, I thoroughly enjoyed your posts. Congrats for your work. If you wish to follow back that would be great I'm at http://nelsonsouzza.blogspot.com
    Thanks for sharing!

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  7. Such wonderful rhythm and imagery. You have such a talent with words. I love it!

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  8. Strong emotions, I would put this one in your book someday. Something to do with time passing that makes us act so, I wonder if moths sense their limited lives too?

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  9. Daniel,
    Someday ... Moths? They live a full cycle unless they are drawn to the light I wonder why they do it ?

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