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Frosted Glass
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TITLE (EDIT)
Frosted Glass |
DESCRIPTION
Bathroom frosted glass distorts one's view as much as this distortion of a perfect world.
[170 words] |
AUTHOR
Martin Milner |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I've been writing poetry and songs since the earliest times that I can remember. The current submission is one that makes the reader think and also, I hope, empathize with the subject.
[July 2001] |
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
mmilner@mier.com |
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (4)
A Message To The Exile (Poetry) Animal imagery is used to emphasize soul searching in this poem about non conformance and the difficulties that this poses in today's hectic world. [70 words]
Belfast (Poetry) A psychological and physical description of life in the shadow of terrorism. Great Britain has endured this situation for many years and I am extremely saddened to know that it's bloody hand has now ... [145 words]
Living In The Eighties (Poetry) The eighties saw the dawn of a new impersonalism and surprisingly enough corresponded with the genesis of mass computing. At one time it was all about "making a fast buck" and social consciousness wa... [104 words]
Verse For A Greetings Card (Poetry) A piece of light verse to counterbalance my more somber studies. [39 words]
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Frosted Glass
Martin Milner
Silver gray spines tear holes in the sky
Arresting the progress of drifting white clouds
And where wheeling pigeons listfully fly
Once flowing fields are clinically plowed.
Morning bleeds into a fresh, stirring land
Its light reflected from cold, dark screens
And from arterial roads the metallic bands
Stab through the cool air, splitting the seams.
But again it seems that we stare into space
Hands in our pockets
Unsure of our place
Shuffling our feet and stifling the smiles
The length of gray streets
Our interminable aisles.
Obsessed with time
Our own dull appearance
With our lives on the line
And life in the balance.
Still heavenly fire burns into our minds
Clear jewelled freshness seeps into our hearts
The calling swells greater, a sign of the times
To strip the flesh of its progress-chained warts.
Yet time still the master spurs us on
Unfeeling machines as those we control
Where schedules and figures blot out the sun
Routine and method reprogram the soul.
Again it seems that we bury our heads
Collars turned up
Minds in a daze.
Dimming the light
And moving in darkness
Clouding our sight
Parading our weakness
Blinkered by habit
Misjudging ourselves
Scratching for merit
In search of a goal.
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 1981 Martin Milner |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
October 2001 |
NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED
1813
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