Thursday, April 17, 2008
Where Silence Takes You II
She saw her own discretion
in the way that she coyly clicked down rain slicked cobblestones
failing to follow the heavy crushing swell
of the advancing mobs
and in fact divorcing herself completely
from all the pride her parents once felt
what once seemed just a timid dream
had become the reason to swallow her screams
stowing away from so much make believe
and falling away from the long shadows
of gargantuan black buildings
she is preparing herself to be so bold
to find him once more
and never
let
go.
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This poem has the haunting mood and qualities of one of my favourite paintings--"Mystery and Melancholy of a Street" by Giorgio de Chirico. Really lovely...
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