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M O T E L

M o T e L Blinking from my bedroom Streets filled with unknown endings The world outside screaming neon questions Behind dirty sheets and peeling paint Gasoline scents the air with turquoise perfume Butterflies dance in my head from too many concussions Sirens wail at midnight, selling news print by day Friends pass by whispering, only ringing in my ears In the distance…still blinking M o T e L

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Juan Paolo Galua

Date: 6/20/2010 5:06:00 AM

this poem reminds me of the love song of J Alfred,,,,great write...I love how you use restrain in this one...really great!

Jay Loveless

Date: 5/28/2010 11:02:00 AM

(: great visionairys. thanks so much for sharing ~Rain. ps. please comment on my poem The Sounds Of A Storm

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/13/2010 5:54:00 PM

love it, and enjoyed, still blinking,nice,..p.d.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 5/12/2010 8:35:00 PM

This is such a strong IMAGE...it made me think of dust motes too & the floater in my eye...and how the flashing blinking neon ...feels...thanks so much for reading my verse and fav'ing it. Light & Love

Daver Austin

Date: 5/10/2010 5:38:00 AM

What a sorry sight. Why not add "Eat" to the sign? Just kidding. A very with-it look at things. Love, daver

Heidie Buys

Date: 5/9/2010 9:28:00 AM

Great atmosphere and visually very vivid. Very well written. Regards Heidie

James Peranteau

Date: 5/9/2010 8:26:00 AM

Quite graphic write here Mr. Goff ! The pictured you've brought back to vivid reality, some the times, mine eyes remained closed until I heard the door close and the # on the door fall to the, just as filthy out side mat ! Great write Sir ! james

Gert W. Knop

Date: 5/9/2010 4:29:00 AM

Very well written poem, Jimbo! I remember when visiting Jerusalem once while working on a Kibbutz and stayed at a cheap Arabic youth hostel with friendly people but dirty sheets and it was noisy, too. Thanks for your comments ...Gert

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 5/9/2010 2:49:00 AM

What nice images aptly expressing

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 5/8/2010 6:23:00 PM

great depth to this poem, you captured the moment perfectly!!

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 5/8/2010 3:58:00 PM

I agree with Chris. You have painted a picture of a lonely man, probably in a rundown part of town, watching the neon flickering. Stark reality in your MoTeL, Jimbo, and I like the way the letters of the title have that "blinking" effect through the use of upper and lower case. Quite an image. Good work! Love, Carolyn