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Dartford

Dartford You sit as a grey silent rushing stream Of concrete, metal, with grey marbled sky Leaning undefinable towards the Payne's charcoal Landscape So relentlessly Created by man's coarse fingers and mind Were you ever Mother nature's emerald green belt? Which swooned around Londinium As black ravens scour your barren ribs To pluck the last few morsels of flesh As thread bare conifers nearly scratch the sky Whilst containers muted litter the landscape And giant neutral windmills turn as propellers on a jet Which never reach Anywhere But the eye As your concrete snakes Tunnels and fly-over Roundabouts here and there Lit by splashes of Red Green Amber As emergency blue Screams in my rear view Mirror Just follow the White line that pushes past this place Of just passing Dartford Just on the outskirts of London

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 6/3/2012 9:47:00 PM
so you lived in Australia but you went home :) perhaps
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Karen Deeks
Date: 6/4/2012 12:12:00 AM
perhaps.... lol karen :)
Date: 6/3/2012 6:28:00 PM
Is this a poem about a suburb of London? It has quite striking images in it - especially "Mother nature's emerald green belt". Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Karen Deeks
Date: 6/4/2012 12:11:00 AM
thank you very much matthew...karen ;)
Date: 6/3/2012 2:36:00 PM
Very descriptive work..Reads like a very modern active city..Thanks for stopping by my work about my morning out on the porch..There is a sadness in it that says sometimes the children grow up and become the next generation and our time has been and soon to be gone..Your presence at my work was uplifting..Sara
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Karen Deeks
Date: 6/4/2012 12:10:00 AM
thank yo very much sara and i always enjoy reading your work.... karen