Hope Street

It's a Hope Street moment,
through the grille
which leads to a tattoo shop,
never been,
they sell dream catchers too.
I bask
hardly shark like
in the distillery of
stained glass
and 10 year olds playing
uncoordinated violin and clarinets,
that I used to teach,
and I have tinnitus now
but sounds crunch in my ear
and I taste the music;
it's beautiful to me




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Written on 2012-03-25 at 13:25

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
I particularly love the line, "and I taste the music"

Stan
2012-05-01


Jose Winston Soldevilla
This is like a past revisited to me that would lead to the future to think more on the positive way. I love the way you use the word "tinnitus". It is very picturesque too. Well done Elle!
2012-04-15



Love this poem. I'm not sure where Hope Street is, but like its relationship to the hopeful and positive tone of the piece. And the culinary imagery at the end you use to describe your reaction to the sounds in the shop (crunch, taste, etc.) are delightful. Sounds like just the place to catch an eluvise dream on a Sunday afternoon.
2012-03-26



This seems really vivid to me, like I'm seeing what you're seeing (and hearing, including the tinnitus). Hope Street is where I want to be.
2012-03-25


John Ashleigh
This was very refreshing to read. Thankyou for sharing. *applause*

Regards,
John.
2012-03-25