painted buildings
lit eternally from the street
an open window
a fallen sill
silver sapphire wraps the scene
beggar an with gym bag poses
stops
moves and goes.
figures tossed along the rumbling
streetcar filled with sardines
eclectic electric
no one hears me scream
pin holes in navy black
my boots hit the ground
softly.
I begin again.
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original photo by Daniel Morris
The Borg Poet 
At least if you scream girly and no one hears, it won’t ruin your borg image..hahaha…wonderful verse.
Thanks Pat…My Borgness remains intact!
oh i can feel you in this…the scene you paint..the screaming..but no one hears…and then the begin again..once again begin again…daily begin again…yes..i can surely feel this..
beginning again, putting that boot down that next first time can be a hard thing….nice capture of the moment there through the first part…
Great
i felt like this was a nightmare that goes on and on….lovely share ~
I appreciate your comments Heaven! It did go on and on..
The way you use enjambment just hurls me through this scene that was so effectively painted.
the passion to move forward… daily life moving slowly sometimes… felt the tension
“I begin again.”
Just love that.
If this is a recurring dream, I’ll take insomnia. If it’s reality, I’m screaming, too.
It’s not all roses and sunshine! Thanks for commenting Hedge!
” I begin again” that’s all we can do sometimes….
A most original engagement with the dreamscape – haunting to be sure, this almost repetitive feeling to this particular dream. It’s an emotional scream in words – a cold-handed grip on reality. I must agree with Hedgewitch though in saying, if this is a recurring dream…insomnia please.
Thanks Chris.
This feels like a recurring dream to me—in a scary kind of way
It was a scary kind of decade…:)
A great scene painted.. like the study of still life… till the time your boots hit the pavement.. and the life goes on… I liked your words….
‘figures tossed along the rumbling
streetcar filled with sardines’
thanks for sharing..
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-where-you-will-go.html
A streetcar filled with sardines… what a nightmare!
some sharp wordplay here; i really like your use of alliteration and the abruptness of the line length and images. really fits the piece, i think.
Borg…you really are going to have to share with us your autobiography…we can grapple with the images, the fantastic play with words…but I think it may be your story that we are all coming to really want!
;-}
Lovely and brief. Perfect!
great poem.. begin again
happy rally
http://bupinder21.wordpress.com/2011/02/05/i/
amazing one.
🙂
This is very well written. It gave me the shivers, like a horror movie! Great job! 🙂 Blessings, Terri
Thanks Terri! I’m glad you like the piece!
this is well done.
🙂
First time here… like the imagery of this piece 🙂
Thanks for coming by and dropping a line. Hope to see you again…
the Eternal Recurrence…a Nietzschean nightmare. this sounds futuristic….but, then again, it reminded me of my first marriage.
I like the descriptiveness, the enjambment, the last lines of rhyme…and the subtle message in not so subtle means you put across in this piece. Very Good Job!!
hope reigns supreme in life even when suffering in wars and strife has ended-deeply engrossing
Sounds like a dream I would love to wake up from! Too bad it had to begin again! 😀 I do like the poem and the rapid unfolding of images – just like a dream/nightmare! Is that how Borgs dream?
It is how I dreamed, a lifetime ago. Thanks for stopping in and saying hello!
Awesome write! The last line is killer!
I like the scene you’ve painted here with your words. Well done 🙂
“softly, i begin again”…classic!!
seems like a busy day in dream of mankind 🙂
This nightmare is chilling, very well done!
This is one dream I don’t want to ever have.
But in the artistic sense, it feels so realistic. Nice use of imagery.
Love the flow. Neat and cool.
http://adura-ojo.blogspot.com/2011/11/c-in-catwalk.html
great imagery!
“streetcar filled with sardines” : i can venture a guess which scary decade this dream was from. 🙂
It was an interesting decade to be sure, probably more than one.
Awesome dream imagery! Good write!
Intensely observed with a real economy of language and intriguing imagery.
That’s easy for you to say!:) Thanks for dropping in!
A chaotic bit of horror in your words….well written
feel the frustration in this …great write thank you x
Thanks for commenting Kez!
I’m liking where you have been going with your last few poems. Evocative.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
Nice poem to read. It feels like a dream and in my opinion it’s a dream. Love the way you write
Really appreciate you dropping in and for the comment. Glad that you liked the piece.
vivid imagery
Oh good heavens, that’s scary.. If it is a dream, I’ll be glad to awaken in between and breathe…
Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason
I like your poetic style.