StreetsA Poem by Janne Varvára Seem
Walking the streets of the barrio;
No footsteps at my heels, There are no other hours Than those which the city steals, And through the clotheslines swaying And the screams off balconies, Carried through the alleys On a nonexistent breeze Come the spirits of the streetbound, And every one's a friend, But I never even knew them, But this oneness, they can mend, There is no greater loneliness Than that which is a crowd, But the fado tells the stories Of our heartbreaks all aloud, And even though I swore I'd never Be so much alone, The streets and all their sorrows Is my blood, the stones my bone, Every moment is a lifetime That I know I won't get back, Until the shakes of Judgement Day Makes kingdoms quake and crack, And so they walk the roads with empty Hands and dirty feet, And so the city's earthen heart Is drumming out their beat. © 2013 Janne Varvára Seem |
StatsAuthorJanne Varvára SeemTrondheim, Norway, NorwayAbout25, writer, actress, dancer, singer and all-round bohemian. Book lover, former children's bookseller/sign language interpreter and experimental photographer. Professional madwoman and disgruntled Huff.. more..Writing
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