A jewel in the puddle on the ground
The lamp sheds
As I walk the streets this night.
A twirl-wind spins and lifts
Dead leaves
As I walk the streets this night.
They dance on silent steps
They arch and twist and toss
They strut back, swing and fall
Flashing
A whiff of jasmine on the cheeks.
My cheeks…
Wet with tears…
For nothing.
Homeward,
As I walk the streets this night.
***
Though it might not be of interest
To others,
Today is my twenty-ninth
Wedding anniversary.
Thank you.
A contest entry
- Swift Something Happy by Ken-Maverick.
2400 points, ended November 21, 2008, 14 entries
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The beauty of love indeed,
this is a lovely poem my friend
All the best to you in the contest and thankyou so much for entering
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This is the joy of being alive, which finds substance to exult in with what would otherwise be considered nothing at all. The imagery is clear and I can relate it to my own memories of walking at night. Everything is beautiful when we love.
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Thanks, Margaret. This piece was too raw when you read it. I have language difficulty trying to describe truly certain experiences of heightened sensitivity. Have been reading Emily Dickenson lately. Was experimenting whether she could help me...
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I like what you have done with the third stanza, it makes a little dance all by itself.
Not sure I agree with Emily about dashes.
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Experimenting.
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this was really lovely
i adored the flower scent and vivid images and how this made me smile
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It was too raw when you read it. Words cannot communicate the real; they build their own mould, beyond which we can't go. Only, we can keep trying new moulds.
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