This is yet another absolute banger from you, Paul. I am in awe of your skills. As I read this one aloud, I couldn't help but feel and sing its music, and my arms and hands started dancing a bit. Just so so good.
I’m happy you like it, Mike. I worked on this for some period of time and it became somewhat unwieldy-parts of it veered away to become A Prayer For These Latter Days.
Good Paul that dry ice keeps my beer cold or steak frozen. Been to most places mentioned and found them tolerable to let the clock unwind and move on to believe that when dry ice vapors disappear the beer is gone.
I agree with Jefferdman. The imagery is astounding. Love this piece Paul.♥️
Thank you, Sharon. Thanks for taking time out of your day to read it.
Sublime.
Thank you for reading this and for the restack-Much appreciated!
It transfixes me
Big cities, especially, have the same effect on me, Chen.
Посылаю тебе эту песню для всех исполнителей на День святого Валентина.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KgZwiZ50pw
it's beautiful. I never heard it before..
Thank you, Paul.
Happy to share it, Chen!
purveyors
of praise surround themselves with
perfect sun,
perfect skin,
perfect teeth,
perfect days.
//
(Yes I've lived in southern California. So much here today. Thank you. )
Me, too, Mary-Thank You!
Paul, this one is yet another exceptional piece. The imagery is astounding. Well done!
"... along pine groves fronting / summer lakes where moonlight once / frosted apples..."
Phew!! Beautiful stuff.
Thanks for reading it, Jeff, and I appreciate your comment.
Onrushing words. Fleeting images. Combined I feel the cities.
Wonderfully expressed.
Thank you for reading and your comment, Gary.
What a great use of those three powerful tools in the poet's tool box: rhythm, rhyme and repetition.
Loved this one.
Thank you, Arjan!
This is yet another absolute banger from you, Paul. I am in awe of your skills. As I read this one aloud, I couldn't help but feel and sing its music, and my arms and hands started dancing a bit. Just so so good.
I’m happy you like it, Mike. I worked on this for some period of time and it became somewhat unwieldy-parts of it veered away to become A Prayer For These Latter Days.
The cut and paste of the warp and weft of poesy. Gotta love it.
I had no idea that cities could be of these many types! 😭
Probably many more types, too, Saumya!
Shall I look forward to a Part 2?
Not likely, Saumya, but I will idle away my time and something will come unbidden.
Unplanned is the best!
every present i unfold
contains a spider
venomous and old
thanks man <3
Captivating. I see myself in many of these cities
They're everywhere you look, Monica!
‘I walk alone the darkened streets,
and listen to the shuffle of anonymous feet’
A universal cityscape, inhabited by strangers, obliviously observed.
Well done, Paul. 👏✍️
Thanks, Kevin.
The pleasure was mine, Paul. This is masterful work. 👏✍️
Thanks for the restack, @The Rewind
I am throbbing with the excitement of a new and strenuous conquest, like a
general, proud and haughty, that marches into a vanquished town. I long for
greater and more difficult battles to be won, and I cry for the lack of them.
Hail Caesar.
Oh, the CO2 of it all!
Good Paul that dry ice keeps my beer cold or steak frozen. Been to most places mentioned and found them tolerable to let the clock unwind and move on to believe that when dry ice vapors disappear the beer is gone.