bar on a Tuesday closeted
in dark corners & acous-
tic dampened brick; i
sit by the windows & smile,
sip at the purple-black of un-
returning water, of dis-
This entry was posted on June 6, 2012 by joanna. It was filed under dverse, poetry, poetry of place, thoughts and was tagged with bar napkin poem, canal, current, richmond.
A different kind a dark and gritty that I am not used to you sharing… I like
June 6, 2012 at 8:30 pm
thanks! long time no see. 🙂
June 6, 2012 at 10:15 pm
Nice write, love the ending!
June 6, 2012 at 8:33 pm
unreturning water, That has meaning for me
June 6, 2012 at 8:35 pm
This is a beautiful portrait of a surrender. Perfect. The words seem to melt me.
June 6, 2012 at 9:32 pm
melting is good… i think. thanks, Carl.
June 6, 2012 at 10:16 pm
nice…this has a great smoky feel to me….the purple black (like a bruise) is a great descriptor for the unreturned water…
June 6, 2012 at 10:31 pm
I love the picture in the above photograph, it has a sense of abandonment and beauty all in one. good choice.
June 6, 2012 at 11:54 pm
So many great images in such a brief space. Wonderful. – Mosk
June 12, 2012 at 6:00 pm
Just lovely. Cheers.
June 13, 2012 at 10:51 am
Such tight writing and yet the words and the world pour through… // Peter
June 21, 2012 at 5:50 pm
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