The Esplanade

The walkway feels cool to the touch as the darkness stretches itself across the grassy campus. 

A silhouette in the distance leans against a cement structure, face hidden behind the sagging limbs of a tree laden with fruit. 

A soft rain whispers weakly as it hurdles toward the ground. 

If you listen closely you can hear the answers to prayers, a symphony of mercy.

 

The silhouette moves away in the distance, lost in the labyrinth of buildings. 

A gaze upward and the clouds seem to part, revealing the stars. 

The pitter patter of the rain quiets and the rate at which it comes slows down. 

Figures everywhere peak out from their hiding places and gaze up at the brilliant stars above.

 

The sky is dark, though the twinkling of stars reminds me of a velvet blanket permeated by small holes which the light seeps through, as if to awaken a reluctant child to the misery of a day’s earliness. 

But I smile, feeling my heart race with the eagerness to face this new life’s morning. 

 

I lean back and watch the sky from underneath a solid, hanging umbrella. 

Leaning against a support beam I stare out at the horizon as the last glimpses of my bears, my swan, and my bull fade into the pinkish rays of the sun as Apollo rushes to meet me. Caught speechless, I stammer internally before I shout, “Good morning!” and rise, ready for a new day, a new beginning, a new world.

Reviews

[Shadkim]

Awww, the ending is the best part. And mentioning Apollo... you know how to work it. XD

Anyway, I like the flow, going from the night to daybreak and the speaker's reluctant- well, aweful- salutation to the new day. The parallelism used with the wind "whispers weakly" and "hurtles" was interesting. And "my bears, my swan..." was cool, claiming ownership.

What I'd like to see from you, dear Kenji, is a prose peace about sleeping on FSC's bench. Writing this poem may help when you try to capture the feeling of FSC's nighttime. Luckily, you didn't have to sleep on that bench, but I wonder what would be running through your mind was you lay there? Might be a cool piece to try. ^^

[Marie]

Nice job.

[Legion]

What a visual piece. I can almost smell the static in the air there. Well done. Stunning.

[Bill Grimes Jr.]

I love your style and flowing meter my friend......It reads like a dream......thought provoking and poignant......Beautiful work indeed!

Peace,

Bill