Thursday, May 1, 2014

After the Poetry Rush




 After 30 days of poetry challenges things seem...quiet.

Silence sweeps deserted streets
Where cheerio and laughter drenched
The air with glee and poetry
As Muse and wanderlust were quenched

The café stares at empty chairs
Its quiet like a solemn dirge
Of love’s lament for seasons spent
After farewells and darkness merge

…and piazzas where poets strolled
Or lolled to watch the passers-by
Are empty, save for stragglers bold
Enough to brave its last good-bye

…as lush hush sweeps deserted streets
Like barren beach in fall gloaming
Where wanton air is gray and bare
After the rush of poeming

© Janet Martin

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