Bridgeport (A Sestina)A Poem by Allen SmucklerBorn and reared in the city of Bridgeport, where the trash arose from Long Island Sound. The seagulls appeared, then vanished from sight, wafting and diving through radiant sky. Some inlets and harbours, lapping the shore, while sounds of young voices screamed with delight.
Marvelous moments to form our delight. Skipping through the busy streets of Bridgeport. Heading south down Park, to visit the shore. Where all you could hear was the visual sound, of airplanes and balloons, gracing the sky, alive in my mind but quite out of sight.
The crystalline sparkle came into sight, to everyone’s pure and simple delight. We watched as the clouds emerged from blue sky, over the stunted skyline of Bridgeport. Suddenly the clamour, the noise, the sound came crashingly close to the rocky shore.
With silence removed from that muffled sound, bemoaning the graphite and speckled sky. Searching and groping for inner delight. pasteurized thoughts over the sandy shore. Memorized pictures brought into our sight, a lost time; in the bowels of Bridgeport.
Sail boats and tankers came upon the shore, out of the distance, and into my sight. All I could hear was breath of the sound, with glee, laughter, and a certain delight. The slums became the city of Bridgeport, reaching endlessly toward the dancing sky.
Adrift; at peace, and awashed by the sound, flippantly airy as ground touched the sky. I strolled and smiled with love lost delight, scampered along on our copious shore. Aware that my flight was love at first sight, on the coast, in the city of Bridgeport.
Amped delight amid the light of our sound misconstrued Bridgeport scraped close to the sky, up to the shore and again out of sight.
April 10, 2011 © 2011 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on April 18, 2011 Last Updated on April 23, 2011 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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