Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia
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Bare foot dancing! Love it:) I can SO see you doing that!! Cool grass between your toes, will the neighbors wake, no one knows:) dance on friend, dance on!!
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😉 In the middle of the night, where no one can see, there will I be! Thanks for reading 🙂
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Beautiful poetry….dancing and shooting at the moon light!
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And barefoot no less 😉 well, in slippers anyways 😛
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Well, you’re a brave man from Finland! 😉
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Thanks! Actually, I am a brave woman ;P
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Oh sorry! I don’t know names in your language and just guessed! Apologies.
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No worries, I have been called much much worse ;):P
Easy mistake to make too: Gun is short for Gunilla. Gun is easier for the English speaking populous and sounds cooler than my whole name.
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Thanks. I am ashamed.
Gunilla is a beautiful name but if you prefer, I’ll keep calling you gun.
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Don’t be, it was an honest mistake. Thanks😊 And you may call me Gunilla if you like.
Gun aka Gunilla aka Nilla
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Thank you, Nilla! I like this one.
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🙂
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