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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