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Lenity in the Slums

She lit candles in her empty kitchen. Burnt air disappears through the back door. Pale and wild, brittle street witch, shy, wide eyes. Her mind like a weathered epitaph, left alone in it's quiet mystery; but her spirit roams gentle and porous. City sorrows like ashes cling to her rags, sting her eyes. Their faces burn inside her like dim candles giving warmth to her own melancholy. The cafe windows are boarded up. She walks home with November chimney ghosts and a dying sun, while she conjures visions of love. Love is the sad hazy eyes and cigarette swirls that swallow the haunted dusk ruins. Old souls in the streets waltzing across black gardens. Dazed escapists shedding lonesome and tired teenage skin. All their secrets out, kissing their willow bones licking and scorching their dirty feet. The hymns of a thousand hobos. The wind with it's cinders, bells, and organ chord lullabies. Fleeing boxcars cradle drunks with tangled hearts. Junkies smoking by fountains, paint their reflections angelic in the water. Graffiti stains the walls in abandoned churches, where wild haired children wrote their names. Misery missed this ghetto. Love evoked their bone yard to flesh.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 7/25/2013 10:08:00 AM
Powerful, powerful atmosphere. Such saddened melancholic mindset here. This was a sad, but mesmerizing read.
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Katy Fulton
Date: 7/25/2013 5:10:00 PM
Thank you Drake. I wrote this about my experience living in Montreal. The neighbourhood was very poor, but somehow there was something mystical about it. I found I was too soft for the city, so I dealt with it by using my imagination to make the darker times seem more magical.
Date: 6/3/2010 11:37:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry making it through the first round Kathryn. I wish you the best in the finals. Love, Carol
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Date: 6/2/2010 4:20:00 PM
Congratulations on making it through the first round of the Poetry Soup contest with this poem. Best wishes in the finals. Karen
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Date: 6/2/2010 4:18:00 PM
Congratulations on making it through the first round of the Poetry Soup contest with this poem. Best wishes in the finals. Karen
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Date: 5/3/2010 9:22:00 AM
Many congrats on your featured piece.Rgds Janette
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Date: 5/3/2010 4:13:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week at PoetrySoup. May you have many more features Kathryn. Love,Carol
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Date: 2/11/2010 6:07:00 AM
very moving story, great desiptions, I can sense the desolation. Reminds me of the ghetto I saw in Macon and atlanta. I wonder why people won't get out of there. Make a better way for their families, or change the ghetto.
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Date: 1/15/2010 7:06:00 PM
Hi Kathryn.Welcome to Poetry Soup!! We're all among friends here. Enjoyed reading your poem today. Great visual, very captivating. If you have any questions just let us know okay. Thanks for sharing. Love Light Patty
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Date: 1/15/2010 4:00:00 PM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Kathryn. I also wish you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
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Date: 1/14/2010 5:30:00 PM
Good use of imagery to portray your thoughts in a vivid way. This poem certainly gives the reader much to think about. Interesting ending. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us and for your kind comment. Welcome to Poetry Soup! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us. Best wishes with your writing. Karen
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Date: 1/14/2010 4:55:00 PM
Very descriptive and expressive write about life in the ghetto. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
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