Over?


Is it over?
can't turn,
every which way
confusion,
the grey flat day
in and out of spats,
that's
why
loneliness
is in different rooms,
the baggage handlers
unable to cope.














Poetry by shells
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Written on 2012-09-24 at 23:26

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Another excellent one! I love the phrase "the grey flat day" and the last four lines pack an incredible wallop. Well done!

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2013-05-02


Ferenc Inigo Beck
I love the "Baggage Handler" analogy. Opens up a vast sea of possibility. Clergy,Cab-Drivers,Aunt Fanny. Wonderful piece!
2013-03-26


Morning Star
Very interesting poem, and so well expressed.

Love the last lines:

loneliness
is in different rooms,
the baggage handlers
unable to cope.


Very interesting way to express it.
2012-10-24


ngaio Beck
Clever write. Reads like a page out of my diary.
2012-10-21