Replying to a comment on:

Construction Lot (edit) (Free verse) by zodiac

It is a dizzying sunspangled day in the city. A March-wind flirting sings in a standpipe in a lot I'm passing by where city-dwelling children used to play. Now there's a fence. And in my heart I yearn to cross that lot, and again on my return, but don’t, knowing in my heart its current kings are cold and stern. Oh, I could ask them why they've built in this, the last clear place. And they would answer Progress, such things as we learn when we are very young. And I - but I keep on my well-worn way. This wind, it flings wet trash across the lot, the city sways. And it seems if we just didn't believe these things were real before us, I could speak tongues, burn the city down, could step out and away from the ground, out into the mirror sky.

zodiac 2-Jan-06/9:28 PM
Good suggestions. Thanks.

I've been trying for about 10 years to think of a better oddball/reasonable word for "mirror". If you think of a better one, please let me know.




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001