[DarkPower]

Slight, over he is bent.
His legs bowed,
As he walked gently,
For fear of pain.
Down the old street,
riddled with the sweet
smell of bright leaf,
that was once stored
within the thick walls
of the factory.

Authors Note: I once walked through Durham, NC, with the smell of bright leaf tobacco on the air but now as Durham is stripped of its history the smell has faded and the old factories are made into condos. Since I am so interested in history I have always wanted to do a project on Bull Durham and its tobacco history, I started a little research about a year ago but this poem is to show my renewed interest.

[Corneac]

smell of bright leaf,

Nice, post script, or the whole "bright" adjective would have tripped me up...but really...beautiful...your poetry always seems rather dreamlike - as if your mind exists on a plateau of its own. Classic DP - this is. And I loved it, despite it dreamlike qualities, it has the clarity of meaning and language that just, lets you absorb it. Breathe it in. Mournful undertones, but really...beautiful.

[DarkPower]

Thank you Chris. I am starting to think if maybe i am a figment of mine and everyone elses imagination lol.

[Ryankia]

Wonderful imagery DP! Really gives you the feeling of walking in down a street of the past, taking in the sights and smells.

[DarkPower]

thank you, I seem to be stuck in this type of writing style at the moment though.