This city

This city lives.
Aboil with interconnecting swarms.
Some bees buzz to jazz,
Others Rachmaninoff,
Or they eat tofu steak or sing a screaming song.

In tube stations, frames of lives rattle past in windows caught for small seconds.
My eyes grab hold, in sweet hunger.
New things, vivid colour, fresh experience.

In surprise, or relief, a warm garden calls ,where
A wise newt has sourced the sun.
The ladybird lifts my heart upon its free wings,
The ant rearranges my thoughts
My eyes take a bath in balmy pinks and calm alights






Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2022-04-26 at 22:26

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this a lot. It reminds me in spots of Theodore Roethke's freer poems, and I intend highest praise by that!

A joy to have read this poem.
2022-04-28


shells
I love the descriptive hustle and bustle of he first two stanzas in contrast to the "and breathe" of the final stanza, I feel I could be in my own garden, except I haven't seen a newt in my pond for quite a while, I'll keep looking.
2022-04-27