Athena Dawn

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in 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

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duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
life's painting

A somehow sweet and intimate picture ~ an old man and a young girl.

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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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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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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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.

WickedEveWickedEveover 19 years ago
Nice

For me, the last two stanzas stand out.

*no thermometer

TathagataTathagataover 19 years ago
Man

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.

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