Open Poetry #46 |
Poems about america |
ziad Junior Member
since 2009-05-23
Posts 15London, England |
So i haven't posted on here for a while. I took a 3 month trip across america last summer... and i wanted to write a few poems about it. it's untitled: And as the pouring yellow of canvas and oil melt into romantic streams that do not move. The painting in which I travel; a peaceful path to wander. Like a war within my seat, the Strife of longing shoots missiles at the wheel behind the man. This patch of land is not a field. It holds a hope: warm in embrace under the calming sun of modest skies. The birds have flown, away for southern sun and greener grass. But Purple Martins look at me from timeless trees. They sit watching while sipping tea and counting time on golden branches – The women sit among the roots and drink coffee, counting cars because they have no clocks, no cogs to move the hands of time. No metal or glass to ornament their aging bodies that sit static through generations. Counting cars and peering through the windows of our blue Chevvy – they wave. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very nice imagery! Love, Margherita |
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