Nette Onclaud Poet Narrative

Anonymity In the Subway

Whistling along night's trail
 Subway dims, meant for the lonely 
While she in her hazy trance
 from whiskey- laced bottle, 
sings to flowers hidden far from sight -- 
Toes traipsing beside torches 
in a distance, 

she flew home when lovr left 
in a flash with nothing 
...but her beating heart to stray away, 
lost inside her mind

Summer Standard Contest

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Carrie Richards June 4, 2017 at 8:25 PM So many excellent descriptions, I can feel the body heat, the apathy and the disconnect. Sad, but too often true. Well done as always.....a great write, Nette!

Joe Maverick February 18, 2017 at 12:26 PM Well done here Nette, if you keep on like this they'll be making the bullet train spotting film..'

John Lawless February 12, 2017 at 4:13 PM ah yes Nette, the joys of public transportation and its intermingled separation. Congrats on your placement in the contest

Agnes Krampe February 12, 2017 at 10:30 AM What an interesting subject, and a very vivid description that engages all senses. Congrats on your win, nette. Agnes

CayCay Godwin February 11, 2017 at 12:35 PM Congratulations! I have experienced this, 'witness observations on public transportation', but never have I succeeded taking the feel to words. I could only grab three: sad, gray and senseless. You did succeed and it is remarkable, Nette! All the best, all the days ... CayCay

Darren White February 11, 2017 at 9:56 AM Congratulations Nette! I can picture that feeling, which is great :)

Daniel Turner February 10, 2017 at 3:53 PM ...but yet we build our walls. Stirring write, Nette. There are worker bees in every hive, are there not? Essential but anonymous.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 10, 2017 at 3:51 PM - Your choice of words always impresses me - A wonderful poem, Nette - So many sad fates and untold stories .... the list is long - Good luck in the contest - Happy weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Paul Callus February 10, 2017 at 3:41 PM Excellent, Nette! You expertly expressed the feeling of anonymity. This merits a very high placement! #7+ Hugs // paul