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A poem about Moscow

Updated on May 27, 2013

Muscovite Wake

"Robert" I say
although that's not
your name



"How quickly this beast
of a city dissolves"



Ten minutes out
of the station, 
there's nothing left



smouldering factories give
to bare trees, dilapidated
people, crooked shacks.



You quip something 
about people
making cities



and that nothing with
a soul actually lives in
the rattling mass we left.



"That just makes
this a cemetery"
I retort without blinking



from the cold window
a bundled boy on
a folded tin roof



stands bolt straight,
watches us pass
as the dead often do.

Moscow suburban station
Moscow suburban station | Source

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      Darrylmdavis 5 years ago from Brussels, Belgium

      Cheers Valleypoet...well-said as always. :-)

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      Darrylmdavis 5 years ago from Brussels, Belgium

      Thanks to you both for stopping by ;-)

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      Darrylmdavis 5 years ago from Brussels, Belgium

      Hi Coffee...thanks for stopping by. It is true that the outskirts of the city can be very haunting. There are times when I look at it and believe I am a good 50 years in the past.

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      Darrylmdavis 5 years ago from Brussels, Belgium

      Thanks Snakeslane. Glad you enjoyed both of the poems :-)

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      Valleypoet 5 years ago

      Cities, for all their appeal and beauty, are often surrounded by a sprawling ugliness of disbanded industry. Your poem brilliantly captures the experience of viewing the oppressive gloom from a passing train. All the votes and sharing. Thanks Darryl:-))

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      You're going to think I am crazy but the last I saw the other Martin leave the hospital room. But I hallucinate now (part of my handicap).

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 5 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      Hi Darryl!

      Creepy and haunting. It is though shocking how man-made dreams are built, causes lives and soon to be abandoned. A railway station like this becomes a haunted place of its own.

      I like the descriptive thoughts brought about in this poetry. Awesome and interesting!

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      Verlie Burroughs 5 years ago from Canada

      Darrylmdavis, a haunting, strange disconnect, dream like and sad. Interesting exchange between the two travellers. The opening line is really poignant, and sets the tone. I enjoyed your other poem published today as well, the Russian birch trees. Regards, snakeslane

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