night is always blessed with regret
and blake street is quiet
no traffic crashing into puddled potholes
steam vents breathing only smoky
ghosts
alleys are quiet
storefronts are silent, sleep washing the windows
discarded newspapers are quiet
no wind pushing them into corners, no one mugging them for
answers
horoscopes, weather reports, peace
on earth
dumpsters are quiet, but thoughtful
a filthy history fermenting
lampshades, old sweaters, soup cans and beer bottles (bad
novels)
((broken
pencils))
plastic bags full of plastic scraps, soon dump trucks will
come
take it all to rust farms
soon milk trucks
will come
buses and trains will come
people will fill them with heavy shoes, warm coats, a shiny
business
caffeine static,
morning panic and small talk
sunrise will come
and any object that casts a shadow will feel it
all daydreams will seek it and eat it
apple raw
all visions, all missions
all real and
doomed to live
Wonderful images...the quiet newspapers, the dumpsters (also thoughtful, that's true), the contrast of night to day.
ReplyDeletethanks kerfe, glad you enjoyed
DeleteHelen,
ReplyDeleteOh this is exquisite! I was just swept away by the flow of images creating atmosphere, giving voice to the expressionless details of life, summing up the rhythm and measure of our regrets and desires, our nights and days. Just a brilliantly crafted poem.
~��Dora
Phillip,
DeleteYou're not Helen. Please pardon my distracted state of mind.
heh, that's funny, no worries, i've done the same. glad you liked the poem dora, and thank you for your kind words
DeleteI love the images you used throughout this piece, specifically:
ReplyDelete"steam vents breathing only smoky ghosts
alleys are quiet
storefronts are silent, sleep washing the windows"
On the same note, the imagery in the final stanza is marvelous as well. Hard to pick a favorite when re-reading.
It just reminds me of T.S. Eliot. Just a bit. ;) You capture the emptiness of the night and the excitement of the day quite well. Our ghosts always come to haunt when we're alone.
thank you luci, so glad you liked this, and thanks for your kind words
DeleteThis sizzles with sounds, visuals and is beautifully combines the the forms! Bravo.
ReplyDeletethanks helen, glad you liked, it was a fun challenge
DeleteI love the gritty images you give us... The way you describe it, I can feel the rot of a metropolis underbelly...
ReplyDeletethank you sir, glad you liked
Deletekeenly observed; sharp, pungent, distinct ~
ReplyDeletethank you grapeling!
DeleteI think you've got the repetitions just right here - with a light touch, and never too much.
ReplyDeletethank you ingrid, that means a lot.
DeleteLove this! Such incredible imagery and language!
ReplyDeletethank you, so glad you enjoyed
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