June 4, 2021

for "meeting the bar" Symploce – the combined use of anaphora and epiphora

 

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

 

17 comments:

  1. Wonderful images...the quiet newspapers, the dumpsters (also thoughtful, that's true), the contrast of night to day.

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  2. Helen,
    Oh 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

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    1. Phillip,
      You're not Helen. Please pardon my distracted state of mind.

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    2. heh, that's funny, no worries, i've done the same. glad you liked the poem dora, and thank you for your kind words

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  3. I love the images you used throughout this piece, specifically:

    "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.

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    1. thank you luci, so glad you liked this, and thanks for your kind words

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  4. This sizzles with sounds, visuals and is beautifully combines the the forms! Bravo.

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    1. thanks helen, glad you liked, it was a fun challenge

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  5. I love the gritty images you give us... The way you describe it, I can feel the rot of a metropolis underbelly...

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  6. keenly observed; sharp, pungent, distinct ~

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  7. I think you've got the repetitions just right here - with a light touch, and never too much.

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  8. Love this! Such incredible imagery and language!

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