by Kevin S. Hart
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Bare harbor house stands empty now
Where busy quays were then regaled
Faded cedar frames boarded glass
Silent pine eyes
Scan umber waters where pirates’ ships
Wall to stone sea gives grudging retreat
Granite vanity shield on which seagulls play
Hide-and-seek along cloud-muted sand
Daunt waiting ears, as battered piers begin
Her flamenco by warm Mexican gulf
Wild tarantos call gypsy wind
Trails manton, exposed wanton soul
With every braceo, twist and bend.
Skirts twirl wide, careless sequins rain bright
Solitary star shine touches her veil
Serpentine weave through emerald night
She dances too close, vanilla smoke breeze
Mixed with raw tamarind sweat dares
Common sense, dusky affilá
Groans, fingers tantalize, intense stare
Cleaves through ripped skies, nails tear broken skin
Final barrier yields, sends gulls on their way
Seeking ports unknown under gray shroud
Drift downward, tin cast on sable velvet
Deserted now, harbor house leans
Where King Cotton long past was baled
Cracked, peeling paint, salt-stained planks begrudge
Watch hurricane tides where clipper ships
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|opulent imagery graces this excellent poem ...|
|Reviewed by Sandra Mushi
|Beautiful write, Kevin. Wonderful imagery - well painted. Sad state of affairs. Hope you are safe.
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|Terrific expression. I LIKE your style :)
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Hauntingly beautiful write. Others need to read and comment.
Safe in Southwest Houston