Urbanism

In the final clock-tick

Of a sunbathed afternoon,

When time is the only traveler

Who is not tired,

Nor afraid of extinction,

I release my mind

To anchor in countless

Terms of reminiscence.

 

Immensity transcends wharves

Of steamy, urban vanity,

Skips over alphabetical

Juxtaposition of habits, 

And I finally break loose from

The grip of societal reality.

 

By evening’s early breath,

I find myself pondering

What blueness there is

In the saturated color

Of eyes that suddenly gleam

Beyond washed brick

And cobblestone existence,

Or a heart that expires

As it nears desolate shores

Of immeasurable distance.

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

There are so many brief phrases or pairs of words that made me gasp in this poem that i'd gain too many points if they were picked out as 'best' or 'favourite'. You've word-painted an almost animated picture, alive but private, wrapped by your own thought; you're almost hidden in a world of you and another person; moving from what is to yet another place.

This is a more than a poignant, beautiful and finely constructed poem. Thank you for sharing it.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Reminiscing is a way of always keeping the past or a past love alive. There are some loves that are beyond all distances and beyond all measure and can never die. Thank God for poets! We let them live beyond the pages of the mind.

Lovely as always.

Linda Marie