A Pause For A Poem
clink/traffic light stays red/the world’s not waiting/sirens help newborns sleep more soundly/clank/her broken heels/his
bleeding knuckles/night wincing from greasy kebabs/clunk/the fast cars are crawling now/cakes of apricot makeup/executives
eating cold burgers/clonk/dizzy from the cash/in their moon parades/shirtless and feisty/whistle-happy/all sorted/clink
© Copyright, 2007. Seamus Kearney.
8 comments:
Hi,
I followed the links back from Rel's blog to look at all the Lions.
I like your poem here and the style very much. The picture is very symbolic, leave, or turn right for the money.
Rose
xo
Thanks Rose,
I like to write poems based on a photo I've taken. The scene described in the poem relates to what I saw one evening around Wall Street. I have the same shot with the light showing green ... but I think the red says much more.
"/sirens help newborns sleep more soundly"
Love that line. I'm an ex-New Yorker and this poem rang very true for me.
Enjoyed!
You painted a great picture here Seamus.
Hey, thanks V. I'm glad you liked it. :)
I am surprised you can fit anything else into your life at the moment, Shameless. The success of the lions must be monopolising your bloggin' time. Whay hey!
Nice words, btw.
Hi Minx,
Yes, luckily I've had a good stretch of days off over the past few weeks ... lots of days in lieu owed ... and so there's been lots of time to get the lions into their new homes!
I've also been working on a Bridport entry ... well, two ... a short story and two poems ... as they say, you've got to be in to win! :) I know thousands enter but it's been a great discipline during these hot days with lions coming out of my ears. Great to see so many writers joining the circle. :)
I like the way the poem is structured. A visual delight.
Some good imagery too.
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