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Smoking On Nevsky Prospekt

SMOKING ON NEVSKY PROSPEKT Late summer - too tired to try To keep up with world going by Anonymous face a foreign voice Girl with dark eye-shade of choice Man unsmiling in leather jacket Passing me and my cigarette packet The noise of buses on the breeze The canal-boat tours under the trees Smells of borsch and kasha please Ice cream women in their cool oases Petersburg sun fading fast This cigarette will be my last

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Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 9/27/2010 1:48:00 PM

Very nice scene you have with your words, Sydney

Susan Palli

Date: 9/27/2010 11:41:00 AM

Could picture the scene. Nice one.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/27/2010 11:34:00 AM

Petersburg sounds like quite a lonely place to be in your poem, Sydney. You brought the city to life with your descriptions of the boats, busses, ice cream stand and the fading sun. Quite an interesting write. My sister recently returned from a trip to Russia and spoke of the warmth she found in its people. It seems you had an entirely different experience, more in line with what I would expect. Love, Carolyn

Skat A

Date: 9/27/2010 10:34:00 AM

NICE FLOW OF RHYMING IN YOUR WRITE, A WONDERFUL POEM TO READ! HAVE A BLESSED DAY*luv~SKAT