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Click herein the break of day
on this distant shore
now a crackled voice
wish to rise soar
monophonic chants
to the sky once more
to Saronic sun
on the cobblestones
of a weary street
now the city moans
in a goddess' praise
by her scattered bones
as I walk the stone
like a sunrise ghost
a mirage of man
bids a gentle toast
beckons me to sit
plays the humble host
a mirage all true
turned to wrinkled skin
ancient eyes that glow
of a song within
on a chalk stone step
he's my sunrise kin
"warm an old man's heart,
be my morning muse
soon the heat will burn
and the streets will ooze
of a million souls
and their trampling shoes"
so I sit beside
and await the whirl
just a tired old man
and a silent girl
a mirage, a muse
an ascending pearl
A somehow sweet and intimate picture ~ an old man and a young girl.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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Here's a piece can be appreciated on multiple levels. Right now, I'm appreciating the melodic sound of this piece.
this trip is sure producing some great stuff.
~so I sit beside
and await the whirl
just a tired old man
and a silent girl
a mirage, a muse
an ascending pearl ~
I saw myself in this verse.
That a great verse.
Travel safe Randi.