Your City of Dawn
Your City of Dawn belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Gay Men and Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom!The sound of a horn snaps me awake from my daydream
I am walking down a city street counting the cracks in the pavement
The day light is slowly turning to evening
And the smell of wet leaves drifts through the grey air
I pass through the people and I love this about your city
I could walk through streets that have interesting unfamiliar names
Sometimes I would stop and inspect the stone work on a wall
Or the shape of a park fence
Other times I would walk with a military sense of purpose and urgency
I climb up the stairs to your apartment
The night is closing in and the air is a cool heavy musk
The light hits the wall in thin white stripes
And out of the window
A blast of radio
Transistor accompanies
My boots tap heavy on the steps
Staccato gun-fire ratt-atatt-tatt
I stand on your doorstep for a good minute with my hand on the door
My palm flat against the wooden grain
And remember that Once upon a time
I came to your door
And you would open it with that look in your dark eyes
That look of desperation
Of a prisoner waiting to be let out for his evening exercise
Your hands dragged me into your cage
With those fleeting moments of touch
My body spoke to yours in a language
Too complicated to despiser
The meaning existed apart and beyond our comprehension
As though it was an alien language from a long forgotten time
What transpired between our bodies was the simplest act in the world
If only our world was not broken and beyond repair
I turn my head and press my ear against the door
Press my eye socket to the peep-hole
Inside the lounge-room behind the curtain of African beads
I see my skin shed on the floor
I see your hand pick it up, hang it on a clothes hanger
And hitch it over the corner of the hall-way door
I see your lips move as you talk to it
As though it is a person with a name
Talking as though it is flesh and bones with a beating heart and
I suddenly twist my body against the door
Till I am standing with my back flat against it
My fingers push
And I fall forward
Taking this moment with me and
All the moments that you missed
When I slipped away from you at dawn.
Genevieve Robey
This is brilliant. What a significant and powerful moment you describe at the door … and from both sides of the door!
butchart
we never really know what we leave behind,,,, what others keep of us…... this comes very close to knowing…...... i love how you see things….. and how you share them with us…............b
Cassey
There are so many lines in this that ring and ring and ring for me. The entire piece is powerful and moving, leaving me with a feeling of of great sadness, yet wisdom.
“What transpired between our bodies was the simplest act in the world…If only our world was not broken and beyond repair” gave me chills on my skin.
I love it, I love you and your talent brings me to great heights.
BiographyofRed8 replied
no no.. you keep saying talent. I do not think it is talent. thank you cass, I guess though every one can take away with them when they read those moments as butch says where you do not know what others keep because we don’t get a chance to. actually it is a line from my entry “in which the spider sheds its skin” =)
Lisa Jewell
Richly written, Red…such amazing imagery; this piece played out in front of my eyes, a B&W movie.
“Inside the lounge-room behind the curtain of African beads
I see my skin shed on the floor
I see your hand pick it up, hang it on a clothes hanger”
How gorgeous are these lines….visceral wonderment.
BiographyofRed8 replied
thank you.. i like the word wonderment!!
PJ Ryan
brilliant piece
love these bits so much
I pass through the people and I love this about your city
and especially these lines SO MUCH
I see my skin shed on the floor
I see your hand pick it up, hang it on a clothes hanger
And hitch it over the corner of the hall-way door
BiographyofRed8 replied
thank you!!
burntblue
red -
this is breathtakingly wonderful. everytime i think i’ve seen your best you surpass it. thankyou for posting this honest and gorgeous piece. i love your work with my whole funny heart.
BiographyofRed8 replied
wow i am honored. thanks
OneMultipleCode
I wonder if each person gets to play both parts in their life time…
BiographyofRed8 replied
completely, of course they do
MistressZombie
Deliciously scrumptious writing that is rich in description and mood.
Shoaib .
damn this shit is tight
BiographyofRed8 replied
wow.. im humbled!!
Narcissus17
:O WOW last line… beginning lines… middle lines… all beautiful in what they convey. who could find any flaws
BiographyofRed8 replied
you know whats weird, I do, find flaws all the time. I am happy people like my poetry, and I guess must take it them something from it, but most of the time, it feel foreign as though it never came from me. funny hey
erika15
wow, powerful piece full of emotion. you write so beautifully. :)
bellmusker
I see my skin shed on the floor
I see your hand pick it up, hang it on a clothes hanger
Though these lines have been mentioned several times above, I just have to comment again on how resonant and striking they are; they hit me straight away, in a piece that had me leaning forward towards my computer screen. Wonderful work.
BiographyofRed8 replied
i am really honored.. thank you for the comment =D
rubyjo
ok, this brilliant.
Solomon Walker
its fantastic!