June 12, 2011

What Next:

The youth are gone
now stands those
who look back
to times lost forever
Replaced by the cries
of sirens and flashing lights
the back firing of cars
for the pops of 9mm’s
and screams of pain
What'll they tell their kids
will it be about red snow
or crimson rain across streets
where even police
are afraid to go

13 comments:

TALON said...

Yikes! This is not a neighborhood I want to be in, let alone look in! This is sharp and shooting straight from the hip, Ellis. You definitely don't want to look at my post "Peekaboo" - it's too sickly sweet ;)

desk49 said...

Talon:
Sickly sweet I need
for this soul could use
a coat of suger

Lynn said...

Very vivid, Ellis.

desk49 said...

Lynn:
Maybe I should turn it down a noch??

ElizabethR said...

Wow Ellis! That's a hard-hitting scene. And no, I don't think you should turn it down a bit. Many families today are living that nightmare so it's truth. It's sad that so many children in these neighborhoods/towns are not getting to enjoy their childhood.

Well done,
Elizabeth

desk49 said...

ElizabethR:
Your are not to be on line till you get off your time off.

Thanks anyway. It is a shame times are like this.

frigginloon said...

Makes me want to curl up in a ball.

JamieDedes said...

Ellis, what a nice surprise to see a second poem go up. Wonderful! Made my day.

Well, serious poem. Some place do indeed erupt like this and you have pointed it out along with the painful outcome. Very well done.

Snaggle Tooth said...

Sounds like the evening news report- always more violence-
Folks losing common sense with weapons.
"What's this world coming to-?" a person remarked to me recently n it's a Good question.

My self created screen saver states "What now?" Let's hope "crimson rain" doesn't fall on your street, or mine!

desk49 said...

Frigginloon:
No ball do you need be in
No hiding behind a closed door
No covers over thine head at night
No demons from under your will roar
Thanks

JamieDedes:
Your words are kind
And make me glow
Yet poems come on their own
No set time do they drop around
For this old man’s mine
So them he can hone
Thanks

desk49 said...

Snaggle Tooth:
You popped in on me and I missed you so sorry.
Yes the world is.
Has been for years.
Mine’s to late
on the street it’s ran
I do hope yours
Will make it through
the weekend

Sara said...

Ellis,

I really liked these lines,
"will it be about red snow
or crimson rain across streets..." They are so visually descriptive of the terror in some of neighborhoods and not just in the USA.

How's the break going? I hope you're writing something and plan to put up another story series. Whatever you're up to, I hope it makes you happy:~)

Sara said...

How are you doing? I've missed you. I hope you've gotten the retirement issues resolved and that life is treating you well:~)

Might I see some new writings anytime soon? I hope so!