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Wanted (Free verse) by Dovina Have you ever looked east toward City Hall,
its dome illuminated on misty spring night,
Romanesque, reminiscent,
an ancestorâs image almost visible under its arch?
Someone behind you speaks,
insipient history swells.
You walk beside matriarchs,
1880âs migrants you descend from.
Your knees barely hold you,
for you belongâ
there on the sidewalk,
so quickly linked.
Have you ever stood behind someone,
facing east?
Up the ladder:
Poem on a face
Down the ladder:
Pathetic lill' me..
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Posted: June 2, 2005 1:13 PM PDT; Last modified: June 2, 2005 1:13 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0238404 Overall Rank: 7423 Comments:
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Too much was cut. the other only needed some adJUSTAMENTE. Um, I'll leave my piddle on the other one later . Gotta run, sorry.
Yes, If this is a corrective or alternative of 'Swoon', I miss the man behind you. Here he seems to have become no different from the City Hall and that's a pity.
I guess stanza 3 is the best part.
Done. and I found something while roaming the ranker halls. Let me get the address....
It's a good poem about private revenge. But I fail to see how it applies to this poem.
Um, no,heh. I just wanted to point it out. I wasn't rying to relate it to this piece. Please tell me you wander the back rooms of p/r too.
Random wandering - sometimes. Specific wandering, like to poets related to rockmage - seldom.
That just happened to be a by-product. Not intentional.
Very striking. The last line of verse 2 bugs me though.
Maybe try something like 1880âs migrant lineage. Also what city is this city hall in. Still I like the moment that's captured.
"1880âs migrant lineage" is a good suggestion.
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