This is our grey and dismal land;
So full and yet so bland
Filled with naked trees, newly bare,
Lining dampened pavements.
And clammy roads bear
Dreary cars carrying commuters,
Hang-dogged in the glare
Of early morning streetlamps,
To their daily drudge.
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Another bleary morning!
Who can't relate to that? The beauty of spring, summer of fall has gone and the beauty of winter (if there is one) has yet to set in. I like the title it describes the poem well. The last line definitly re-enforces that. The everyday grind, just another day, maybe even a Monday...
they're the worst are they not? I like this one short and to the point.
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vivid imagery
What happened to "this throne of kings...this sceptered isle, set in the silver sea"
Which land are you writing about?
No matter,your imagery is powerful and although our lands are beautiful to look at the way we are forced to live affects our view
of our surroundings.
It reminds me of The Boom Town Rats song "I Don't like Mondays"
Well done for such thought provoking imagery
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