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Venice (revised)
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Venice (revised) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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Here, in every silence you hear a space bar,-- Venice. The only setbacks of this place are The knots in your veins which slow the blood. And every street here, leads to “dot dot dot,” Which echoes like Morse Code inside your chest. Who was the architect that designed this nest, Where fat pigeons pluck at the stranger’s hands Where the people swarm like unsettled ants? Venice,-- darkness falls, but the day won’t cease As the footsteps strike on the keyboard keys And the blaring sounds of the violins pierce With sharp notes, the foreigner’s harking ears. The gondolas float like the autumn leaves, And the night, alone, stands in water and sieves Those lost souls, who may, slip away and drift, Pass the city’s gates, to an obscure rift Of the underworld, where the current’s force Overwhelms the souls’ and directs the course. All grows silent there, lights fade into dark. Nostalgia carves but a question mark On the barren souls, -- there, the story ends, And transplants us back into present tense. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Excellent writing...my son in Calif. has a picture of Venice in his living room...James |
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Ron K. Fox Senior Member
since 2000-10-24
Posts 925 |
Very good, I recall the first version, you bring back great memories of Venice, thank you. Tossing words like wishful coins into the deep well of an open heart. R. fox |
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