Bitter Cold Nights (1969)
poem by:
Q. Ramirez
Written
on Jun 10, 2016
On this cold nocturnal hour Earth transcends beyond the dust of man - and Project Homes like these Crickets chirp their monotonous chirrup sung in cold darkness Dogs whimper and howl as ambulance sirens are heard in the distance On this frigid night an innocence of evil is dominant No players are out tonight leading to no hollow sepulchers - in Government Project Homes like these Tonight there are no desires to play due the bitter cold Only nightmares transform sleep into knife-play or gun-play Loss of faith leads to a deicide as vespertinal hours descend But not tonight - not upon these project homes Tonight happiness has a lugubrious melancholy The debacled creation of these elongated two story buildings Looked upon the orange-red bricks with dark tears The only thing bitter is the poet the cold - and these Government project homes
Tags: anger, dark,
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Theresa Taylor commented:
Wow! U just described my neighborhood.... Better than me!
Theresa Taylor
commented:
Wow! U just described my neighborhood.... Better than me!
Q. Ramirez
commented:
I grew up in the Magnolia projects in Galveston, then moved to Elmer Scott projects in Dallas, then to South Oak Cliff, Dallas. I am describing my neighborhood. Poverty is the same anywhere. Thanks Taylor.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Lovely poem.I remember the winter of 69.
A bad one worldwide I believe.
