A mere twenty years can make a lot of changes, this one imho not for the better.
Early morning
Biking north
Only sounds birds
Occasional chain to gear
Click, panting uphill
Human power.
Fog, lifting soon,
A hazy golden ball seen
Through a silver shroud.
Deer drift, a hazel herd
Does conducting fawns
Across the road
Don't give us a
Second glance.
Not a car in sight,
Only bikes, deer, hill,
Crowned with
September's corn.
~~~~~~
Five stoplights now,
Internal combustion
Stink and noise,
Asphalt & chain stores, streets
Named for absent natives,
“Meadowlark,” "Doe Lane"
& “Goldfinch” Drive.
Townhouses cluster,
Grim gray sides,
Modern shanties
With vacant pool
& tennis court,
Nothing real.
Ah, yes. Wonderful Pennsylvania. If it's green, either pave it or build on it or both. Usually both. Only to stand empty, black windows gazing out at ... nothing.
As I ride along with you, Juliet, through these
painful and carefully crafted lines, I am reminded again
that all too often our "realities" survive in recollection.
I am reminded too to John Cheever's brilliant short story,
The Swimmer. -gene
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
You GO, girl.
Zilla
Regis
As I ride along with you, Juliet, through these
painful and carefully crafted lines, I am reminded again
that all too often our "realities" survive in recollection.
I am reminded too to John Cheever's brilliant short story,
The Swimmer. -gene
Cheers,
Dan
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Not a car in sight,
Only bikes, deer, hill,
Crowned with
September's corn.
...one of the great images I've had the pleasure to see today;
the second part of the poem tells of grim changes, loss of habitat, loss of the natural, loss of life itself.
A very fine poem indeed. Thank you!
John