I'm standing in a gutter
noticing, thinking
With maybe a sense of humour
...
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All doors are now the same, and your poem serves as a true mirror for humanity. Full Stars*****
Under the dim lights, melancholy sound, art was born from magical mind... and sorrow heart
2) M.J., if you were to make a video of this, it would go viral...with thousands of hits! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A truly AMAZING poem! The very vivid imagery is art at its best. The mystery of the other door will hold me in suspense for quite some time. This is prime material for a video!
‘… pitch dark morning conspired with defective surveillance cameras and a sleeping security guard '. … the entire system conspires against us, when we "stand in the gutter…" poignant..philosophical..5*
Mark? I'm assuming [[[ though 'to assume' makes (sometimes) an out of 'u' and/or 'me' ]]] that either you were asleep while composing this OR I was asleep while reading it. Hm? I'm glad you are still submitting. ;) bri