Victoria Anderson-Throop Poet Rhyme

Misplaced

MISPLACED


                                          Life dumped her in a city
                                          Emptied free of friendly faces
                                          Architecture daunting skyward
                                                      but lacked the lines of grace

                                           As she wandered thru the side streets
                                           A feather in the pulsing crowds
                                           The isolation grabbed her
                                           And spun her head around

                                           She sensed she should be elsewhere
                                           Exactly where-- she didn't know
                                           when a beam of sun burst into song
                                                     with a sea breeze-- sweet and low

                                           Above her head there perched a songbird
                                           Gray as the city's smile
                                           His eyes blazed into hers
                                           Opaque with city guile.

                                           He nodded toward the North
                                           Took flight without a sound                                         
                                           In a flicker of a moment
                                           She was seaward bound.


V Anderson-Throop  2013

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Kim Merryman August 22, 2013 at 8:56 PM I enjoyed reading this creatively descriptive poem, Victoria! Your word choices made it come alive! Beautiful work! Love, Kim Victoria Anderson-Throop August 26, 2013 at 4:23 PM I am glad you enjoyed this work. If I made it come alive for you, the words did their job! I love to read comments--constructive criticism, positive and negative...so thanks for writing...V

Just That Archaic Poet August 22, 2013 at 9:01 AM I could truly feel the hustle and bustle; you conveyed that feeling quite nicely. Makes me glad I live in a small, rural community in the country, away from all the chaos and noise. Good job and kudos; great piece! :) Victoria Anderson-Throop August 22, 2013 at 5:17 PM It's good to hear that the spirit of the piece came through. thanks for reading and especially thanks for letting me know! V