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Morning Commute
Illuminated signs
Cut through the dark like harsh words
Calling out like noisy merchants
Vainly reflecting on empty streets
Illuminated signs
Cut through the dark like harsh words
Calling out like noisy merchants
Vainly reflecting on empty streets
Thanks, I've really been on a kick lately with really short poems. I like the aesthetic of being succinct.
I love short poems like these that are (assuming here) more literal. It's interesting to me how there's the harshness of the signs passing by in the dark, but to me, personally, it's a very lovely image and something I very much enjoy about driving in the dark whether at night or my early morning commute. I take solace in my drive and the dark and the lights.
But I enjoyed this sweet little poem very much!
When I had my commute (currently going through a brief unemployed period), the solace is what I enjoyed about it. I dislike driving in general but really appreciated my alone time to think, listen to a podcast (almost never live radio), or even some mellow music.
This is quite vivid; I can clearly envision everything written. Kudos on the beautiful poem!