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Rays

Such empty glass
facing future, handprints
of one shape and size
revealed by hazy city air,
light comes in colors - 
plumes of progress;
as green space fades away
melded into manmade mountains.

Alone in the company
of screen handsome flickers
reflections of another's
desire and passion, rise and fall,
pall of mystery;

and night brings refreshing beauty,
vistas of city lights and neon.

Single palmprint on the glass
next to vapor etched remembrance;
busy proof of idle evening,
stains to catch morning rays.


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  • flight
    February 11, 2008

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    This is very calming and I enjoyed the image of the
    handprint and the breath print

    peace to all ~flight


  • E. Ross
    January 20, 2008

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    'as green space fades away
    melded into manmade mountains.'

    How thoughtful is this,
    saying about the beautiful lands that were eroded by man. Owning every free inch for himself to cover with these steel mines and mazes of futuristic times.
    And yet, as ugly as they are to cover what was once there...they are still beautiful to me, for there is beauty where one refuses to look for they believe of the ordinary.

    I loved this poem very much.
    I wish you the best of luck in this contest.
    --Ross


  • rite
    January 19, 2008

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    We have progressed and advanced into architectural and digital jungles, mental mazes and urban uproars so far removed from nature's abundance and generosity that we have become enemies of the power that spawned us, often without even being aware that we've become such. We have become wandering tribes in constructions of steel and concrete, entirely dependent on circuits most understand nothing of. We digress into devastation with disturbing ignorance and utter indifference. The cities define our allowed space of motion inside which the complexity of life occurs. Thank you for creating and sharing. Best of luck in the contest. Take care,

    Chris


  • Metaphorist
    January 19, 2008

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    "light comes in colors -
    plumes of progress;
    as green space fades away
    melded into manmade mountains."
    What a perfect way to describe how man thinks he owns the earth and can destroy what once made it beautiful to cover it will ugly gray buildings.
    This whole piece though is just brilliant!