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A Poem by RobertRonnow


Author: RobertRonnow
Created: October 27, 2015 at 07:39 am
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Free Verse | Writing | General/Other
Upload Stats: 5 Stars by 2 users with 2 comments and 189 views

The Listener  

New York City is where people who are
disappearing go. It is very quiet
here, silent. A man and woman
made love below me. I could hear
the bedsprings ringing and the
woman singing in sensual pain.
My thoughts sped up as they humped
faster. Everything is dead in my room
except me and my plants. If I keep
on identifying my feelings with the
feelings of things, I too will be dead.
They are talking and laughing now. His deep
voice vibrates the air. Her laugh
is like water.


© RobertRonnow - all rights reserved

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Snowpiper
October 27, 2015
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Very well constructed! You transmit the feelings of being alone brilliantly. My favorite line is, "Her laugh is like water.: Another damn good job!
applaudapplaud


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moonshadow
October 27, 2015
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short and sweet and very much to the point
loved the thought of singing in sensual pain
strange how I could feel your loneliness New York it could have been anywhere
thank you for an enjoyable read regards frank


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