The merchant turns his age-old street-lamp on
and it casts its shadows, but the sky is still a sea.
The wind and crickets wake the shade trees,
while dusk conceals the house and mirroring river.
Its water flows in silence, it only shows
the house's shutters, walls and lamp blurred.
The merchant's discordant footsteps echo unheard,
diffusing softly in the leaves and bright clouds.
He opens the creaking door and goes inside.
Pressing a switch, he lifts the light darkness.
He feels safer, thinking nature's harmless.
The constant bulb always watches and waits.
Author notes
Inspired by the Rene Magritte painting of the same name.
Written August 5th, 2005
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This was quite interesting and different. I really liked it and thought you have great creativity. Wonderful job on this and thank you for sharing.
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I also liked the line "the sky is still a sea", it neatly brings the two together.
I really enjoyed reading this, it would be interesting to see how you would sustain such descriptiveness in a longer poem. This was like the merest hint of a scene, before it vanished out of view. -
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the sky is still a sea, I liked the imagery w/i.
Peace/PR
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