the smell of Old Bay blue crabs
fizzles down the spine
of an electric storm cloud
and humidity
seeps up around the ankles
of a city steeped in promise:
he reluctantly pulls back a broken screen door
and lets it shut with a bang.
inside another door a pool table is a
vivid green
field of dreams
spiked by whiskey breath
as each man leans close to take a shot.
written 6.29.11
Jody, I felt as if I was in that city scene, smelled the whiskey and absorbed the hope infused in the poem.
Enjoyed reading this. Good writing.
Jody, I felt as if I was in that city scene, smelled the whiskey and absorbed the hope infused in the poem.
Enjoyed reading this. Good writing.
thank you, thank you Myrna! appreciate the comment~
thank you, thank you Myrna! appreciate the comment~
inside another door a pool table is a
vivid green
field of dreams
spiked by whiskey breath…this is so very cool…you transported me right into the scene…i used to play lots of billard during my teenage years…no whiskey..but other things…ugh…
inside another door a pool table is a
vivid green
field of dreams
spiked by whiskey breath…this is so very cool…you transported me right into the scene…i used to play lots of billard during my teenage years…no whiskey..but other things…ugh…
You put us there, seeing, feeling, touching, and hearing in a few short lines. The rest lies in the imagination. Well done.
You put us there, seeing, feeling, touching, and hearing in a few short lines. The rest lies in the imagination. Well done.
great job setting the scene…oh i love the smell of crabs….mmm..used to get them live in season in MD…and cook them on sunday afternoons….been in a few pool joints as well….nice textures of it you capture…
great job setting the scene…oh i love the smell of crabs….mmm..used to get them live in season in MD…and cook them on sunday afternoons….been in a few pool joints as well….nice textures of it you capture…
Snap Shot!
Snap Shot!
hehe thanks~ especially kolembo. that might be the title of my “forthcoming” book 🙂
hehe thanks~ especially kolembo. that might be the title of my “forthcoming” book 🙂
Poetry by JC Snyder 
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