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Open Poetry #28

Walk To The Port

gringakiwi
Member

since 2003-08-05

Posts 189

0 posted 2003-08-21 07:16 PM

City of the silent sea
quiet against urban background,
a million processed forests
and a maze of independent lives
feeling their way blindly along the street
into an imaginary wind.

Metallic skies frowning down on you,
cloudy port of disorganised activity,
pink and blue containers in a row,
colours clashing,
with the drifting rusty boats.

One fence for every direction,
and from the south blows the wind,
caressing your elongated backbone,
a spine of coastline
rich with rocks
green with the aged marks of sea's saliva.

The wind breathes the whispered secrets of centuries,
preserved in the collapsing buildings of marble and oak.
And as I walk alone,
I feel your history within the walls
and through your maze of tiny streets

Bells ring through the evening mist
your inhabitants, singing,
monotones in their clock houses,
washing displayed from every window,
like flags marking a deserted port.

[This message has been edited by gringakiwi (08-21-2003 07:18 PM).]

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

1 posted 2003-08-21 07:19 PM

Connie, this, I must say
is a true masterpiece!
You write beautifully
and these lines are amazing:

and from the south blows the wind,
caressing your elongated backbone,

nice imagery
xxoo

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.