John Lawless Poet Blank verse

Cloudburst Aftermath

Cloudburst Aftermath

Humid scent of soured pavement
rises from a city’s steaming streets
accompanied by rippling gutter streams
babbling and choking on floating debris.

I wave as wet winged voyagers
cling to tawdry, fragile craft
shooting the cobblestone rapids
of Boston’s Beacon Hill.

Wafting from the alleys of the rich -
the detritus of wealth - an acrid stench,
waste, mocking the grumbling bellies
waiting on line at the dingy soup kitchen.

I walk alone among Boston’s “Common”
looking for the “cracks” they “fell” through.


11/22/2017


submitted to – Choose A Topic – Heartbreak and Loss

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Nicholas Windle January 2, 2018 at 8:36 AM this is very powerful wonderful read love it

Maurice Yvonne November 23, 2017 at 2:17 PM WOW!! Amazing writing. A Fav for me!

Patricia Cresswell November 23, 2017 at 7:29 AM You set a scene very adroitly and then give the old one two; the rich and poor. What will we write about if that is ever corrected? You handle the question well showing a side not often noticed. Even their garbage is snooty.

Kelli White November 23, 2017 at 6:40 AM Description of Boston to a “T”. No pun intended. Well done.

Richard Evans November 22, 2017 at 6:24 PM The combination of alliteration and rhythm season this poetic veal to perfection.