Gentle in her arch
Golden in her shimmer
Above her but ever-distant
The way she balances above the world.
Twin demons of chaos,
indentured to famine and war.
Shackled--balefully bound to their gong.
Apocalypse ripples in our heads.
As I sit in the courtyard
of a dead man from Spain,
walls sponged in dirt and love.
Porcelain Pompeii; brass people crystalize the pain.
Oh, the anguish of gentle stillness!
Watch as my copper rusts away.
Yet, the frame--my cast
echoes in an endless river.
My soul remains.
If not tomorrow,
then always today.
About the Creator
Ruben De Escapado
Most know me as a poet sitting on a park bench in Central Park. Writing poetry for strangers. Before that I lived a life and learned a few things. Now I listen to what the world had to teach others. Believe in yourself and be honest. Okay.
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