strands of liquid copper

strands of liquid copper
catch fire in the early sun
old buildings break
under pink streaks across the sky
streets roll whole empires
under yet another rising sun
with one futile questions

streams of dead said so
keep the rain in a fashion
derelict beings howl
all the same in water while
I in the machine
do not hold my breath
in the sudden deluge




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-01-24 at 19:50

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I enjoy the sensory wash of this poem -- like standing on the edge of chaos. The last two lines are very memorable.
2017-01-26


Maija Liepins
The first stanza has great colour fuelled energy and contrasts with the second but the first is my favourite. Evocative.
2017-01-24