Where
the edifice loomed
An
opaque sky
I am drawn
To it:
The littered
field
brash weed,
lustre, loam
Furriers
and junk dealers
Dybuks
and delirium
The most
uneasy of dreams
I watch
as it all returns
The fabricant
world
Crumbling.
As
sure as
A new
foal
Bolting
Conceived
in late night quarrel
Grown
in paved rubble.
Written
for 3 word Wednesday, “crumble, drawn, uneasy” and Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
12 comments:
I read this aloud to myself and I found my voice grated as the hard edged phrases came alive in my mind like an uneasy dream where I was both in and out of control. Curiously satisfying.
What a powerful poem. Well done!
Madeleine Begun Kane
I loved the flow of words ... musical indeed !!!
Really cool piece.
Lovely.It almost sounds like paradise. If only.
Lovely poem.
Hi Gabrielle :) ~~ Nice to see you writing again. This is a nice little poem. It brings memories.
On the Interstate to Galveston I have watched fields turn into junk yards turn into fishing holes and now are completely under water, just a part of the bay/marsh collection.
This is a product of both the subsidence and of the global warming sea level increase.
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Thanks oldegg for your very perceptive comment. It certainly has felt that way to me. I was working from memory and the concept of things recycled.
Glad you enjoyed, MadKane
Music! The highest compliment. Thanks, Green Speck
Thanks for your visit and your thoughts, Mama Zen.
Daydreamertoo. If only. Sigh.
Hi Jim. It's good to be writing again, though it's different this time.
This poem was inspired by memories.
And yes, by both natural and unnatural processes.
I returned to the place of my birth and found the apartment building had been demolished. Gazing through barbed wire onto an open field of weeds and rubble, I recall there was no nostalgia, only wonder. The next time I visited, there was a burgeoning community garden in its place.
interesting...!!
Gorgeous!
beautifully done
I love what you said about how it shows that Hope is loved, thank you :)
Oh that last stanza just gets me. Passion, grit, the danger of loss. Loss.
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