the sun draws shadows

the sun draws shadows

A Poem by JC

i took a walk down Clark

towards Hastings earlier...

 

the sun cast a faint

energetic hue across

the city,

like a meloncholic sepia sunset...

 

a cloud of dust shivered

in the light as i looked

out past the skytrain

towards the mountains,

a shock of lush green

against the acid concrete

of dull blues and greys...

 

i turned up Venebles,

the throng of activity

on Commercial Drive

vibrates, buzzes, and hums...

the hopping mad bazaar

of Vancouver...

a spiced aroma of the food,

flesh, and minds of the world

fills the air...

conversational exuberant exclamations,

declarations, vows, deals, sweat,

blood, piss, s**t, vomit...

exchanges of night and day,

the beet-red curtains

pulled wide for inspection

by any who so dare...

 

i'd wade into that beautiful chaos

again

someday,

but my back is still a little bent...

 

i cross at Venebles and Commercial

and head to Victoria

turning right towards Broadway

breathing the ease of

falling cherry blossoms,

their intoxicating scent

a warm pink

opiate dream.

© 2008 JC


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What an expanse of words.. a lush adventure for someone who didn't have a clue about the places, streets, you mention.. but do, just a little, now. There's such a down to earth feel to your post.. no holding back espeically, '.. the hopping mad bazaar ~ of Vancouver... ~ a spiced aroma of the food,~ flesh, and minds of the world ~ fills the air..... ' and more., much more.

For some reason, I feel you love this place, every inch of it.. and return as if lost where you are. Fine, fine writing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


JC

7 Years Ago

dam this is an oldie, thank you not just for the great review but bringing me back here into my past.. read more
emmajoy

7 Years Ago

Am gradually working from some of the earlies to the nows of my Friends posts.. curisosity killing .. read more
JC

7 Years Ago

ha, yea I like to do that too, will be around to delve into yours more soon as well, I like your sty.. read more
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Do you know what I liked, the in the moment feel, and the way you gave the street names. there are so many people who would not recognize the streets, but it makes it so much more real to include them! It is hard to capture in city streets the light and the energy and turn it into something as poetic as it feels in the moment, but you have done that and I like it.
Lovely work. Very well done!

Posted 11 Years Ago


You love to use 'sepia' in your writes,don't you :)..you said melancholic sepia sunset..and i sighed at the beauty of those words...just as when you said pink opiate dreams.

Posted 14 Years Ago


man! thats glorious its like im there with you, like at the interstection I want to take you hand and walk with you onto the other street- to see the colors to smell the smells to run my hand up your back and straighten it. love this!


the sun cast a faint
energetic hue across
the city,
(like/imho,re) (in) a meloncholic sepia sunset...




Posted 16 Years Ago


I love this, what an experience! Your description was spectacular & played on the senses in order to draw the reader in. What I love most is that the action in this poem is so simple, merely walking down a road, and yet there's so much to take notice of, that very few people do. I like this a lot, great job!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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