We felt whole
In the city
the potholes are
grand gestures of repair
the murmuring trolleys
make ablaze – of people going about
Popular the chase/
mounted in dreams of paper
Wapish/no wiser
No less/ yea’
we were fighting
to stay here.
A dying aim to dream K.M.
Really like this poem. Tight and will chosen words. “Grand gestures of repair” and “No wiser/no less” great lines.
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thank you kindly Shadowprancer 🙂
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“Grand gestures of repair” instead of despair is such a powerful concept. It’s what we need in so many ways.
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truly indeed yes 🙂
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You have a way with words like few others. Startling imagery. Thank you for your vision!
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thank you kindly Deb, means a lot (I’m all smiles) wishing you a wonderful blogging day! Cheers 🙂
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