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Cold Comfort Zones

A cold, comfortless park bench an empty subway train A bed of leaves, trending damp a knoll of grass behind an exit ramp Long-abandoned shacks or railroad tracks Boarded-up homes no-trespassing danger zones All these serenade me to sleep echo the music, all night I weep

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Michael Tor

Date: 1/10/2025 7:31:00 PM

When reading this Gershon I thought of the homeless people and the places they pick to lay, or live. Sad, but a real fact...

John Lawless

Date: 1/10/2025 11:07:00 AM

...the idle remnants of the Chicago stock yards, and the spur lines that fed it

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/10/2025 1:42:00 PM

Those tracks can stay idle, as far as I'm concerned, at any rate.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 1/10/2025 9:30:00 AM

Sure you do weep Gershon. These couplets remind me of one of the most populated square miles in the world, Alexandra, which often gets flooded because many people erect their shacks below the flood level of the Jukskei River which bursts its banks and as a result lives lost and homes destroyed. Although I want the rain, I pray so hard the River doesn't burst its banks that night. This town ship is not even 10 kilometers away from one of the wealthiest suburbs in SA, Sandton.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/10/2025 1:44:00 PM

Nothing is forever in this world. Even the pyramids will crumble eventually, Jennifer. Evan S. Cent

Paul Willason

Date: 1/10/2025 3:54:00 AM

I found this to be quite a moving poem Gershon, The imagery is superb, a fitting backdrop to convey a sense of loss... Intriguing piece that avoids saying too much...invites the reader to think. I like.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/10/2025 1:38:00 PM

Appreciate your take on this little number, Pal. Happy 2025, Gershon