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Little blue tent.

You have seen me through some of the darkest
days, when life sapped, soggy, slapping along
the rain riddled streets, enfolded in that
black gossamer gown of the gathered air

wet through, wind puffed, yet sweating too along
the ambivalent day's incline and its
own way of drenching each human, like some
needy nocturne triffid, ambling along the pavement

where you are the endpoint known from above,
swirled in slate grey specks that spiral down
to the mired earth mirror reflecting stars
soaking a multitude of rushing dots

and splodges trudging on and on toward
little blue tents waiting, in dark streets,
waiting: patiently to take them home
up hills to glowing doors and drying lives

where all, who stand in dripping hallways,
and think differently on night, shall be saluted.

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This is just a short poem about getting to your car, when it's pissing down rain, dark, and the streets are poorly lit. Our cars become little sanctuaries, just for a while until we can make it home (if we're lucky) to some normalcy and warmth. The image I had was of all the rushing commuters with their umbrellas (as useful as a brother) and those unfortunate "splodges" that don't own one. How strange it must seem to some observer above.
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Comments esoteric reference...I took it as referring to "The Day Of The..."
I remember that must have seen it in re-run, being too young the first time around. (my assumption)

your notes on the poem helped steer me...without, I would have wandered in wonder, just enjoying wandering through words. But I can be quite dense though, and take responsibility for my initial bewilderment.

I wrote this review before your comments on my "Name your Poison" but my cat interrupted by jumping on the keyboard, sending everything into oblivion.

So, you got to me first! Dang-gonnit!

Please don't be put off by my non-interpretation. It happens to all, including me.



Was a TV series too in the UK, loved it as a kid. i think it had a couple of re-makes and possibly a movie. John Wyndham - wrote a lot of good sci fi stories that got adapted into TV - some kids series like "Chocky'" which was also a great piece of work, really eerie concept like the Triffids:

The way the triffids moved slowly along the ground was the reference, so well spotted.

Also a really good Aussie pop band "The Triffids" much loved in their day, back in the 80's:

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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