The Night Sings Bliss Comments
When dust still rustles after bloody tick-tack-toe
And beauty shuffles raging at her beast
She slips down blocks of fellow urban gypsies
Looking at the faces of cupid's broken luck
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Kevin, this poem has an amazing soul. There's a foundation of magical realism that infuses into each stanza and links all the parts together. There's a sense that optimism can co-exist with the defeat and loss that is rife in the urban environment. The night serves up melancholy, but the ambience is not devoid of some optimism and hope. This is a brilliant piece.
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8/9/2025 8:21:17 AM # 1.0.0
The closing lines in this poem are evocative of a film noir mood of pessimism, fatalism, and melancholy. Very atmospheric poem excellently written. Tons of 10's for this work!