Sunday, January 5, 2014

It's A New Year - A Magpie Tale

"New York At Night" photo by Vivienne Gucwa, chosen by Tess at The Mag 201 as a creative prompt for those who love to work and love to read.

It's A New Year

I walk the late streets,
the shiny streets, water slicked
with much less traffic
than at noon for sure.
The time is perfect for me
to think of the way
you would look at me
in those other moonlit nights,
so far away now,
navigated lanes
of time peeled back leaving raw
shapes of bone and hair.
It must be love, dear.
I don't understand this love
nor stone truth be known
do I understand
any other or life either
though I must live it.

‎January ‎5, ‎2014 9:37 AM

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21 comments:

  1. humbirdJanuary 5, 2014 at 10:47 AM

    ha..labirint of ' raw
    shapes of bone and hair.' ~ seems we have to see better from the distance of years

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  2. KayJanuary 5, 2014 at 11:12 AM

    love the navigated lanes of time.....excellent write all round..x

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  3. Glenn ButtkusJanuary 5, 2014 at 12:41 PM

    Lost love remembered, conjured in moonbeams; very moody & effective; like the way it blends rawness & romance; thanks.

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  4. brudbergJanuary 5, 2014 at 1:12 PM

    This sounds like a walk of loss.. the image and your words pull together a strong image of loneliness and melancholy.

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  5. Kenia SantosJanuary 5, 2014 at 1:55 PM

    This is as beautiful as it can get when you've walked a few roads, this is the voice of wisdom.

    <3

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  6. TruedessaJanuary 5, 2014 at 3:52 PM

    lovely poem..the time is perfect to remember...

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  7. CharleenJanuary 5, 2014 at 5:41 PM

    Very honest poem.

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  8. Sumana RoyJanuary 6, 2014 at 12:43 AM

    love this sad overture .... and vivid images..

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  9. christopherJanuary 6, 2014 at 8:37 AM

    Thank you all for visiting. :)

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  10. Tess KincaidJanuary 6, 2014 at 12:55 PM

    This lover of stones and bones connected here...thank you...

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  11. BerowneJanuary 6, 2014 at 1:20 PM

    Curiously refreshing; well done.

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  12. MaryJanuary 6, 2014 at 2:24 PM

    Beautiful.

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  13. KarenJanuary 6, 2014 at 4:19 PM

    Ah, Christopher! Still the lost lover! Hugs, old friend! Happy New Year!

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    1. christopherJanuary 6, 2014 at 5:52 PM

      Hmmm. I got this frame down doncha think? I posted two poems Sunday written back to back for two different sites. The Sunday Whirl was written, finished and posted at 8:35 AM while waiting for this one not yet available to me and then I posted this one at 10:01 AM. Short work. My poems are cartoons, I guess. I write them because I can, not necessarily because they are current. I wouldn't write so many if all I had was my soul as a source. I rely on external prompts mostly these days. I still have the urge to write.

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  14. 21 WitsJanuary 6, 2014 at 9:12 PM

    Your words define me, and a few lucky others.... evening walks are the best ever.

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  15. HelenJanuary 7, 2014 at 9:59 AM

    Ah, Christopher .. a big sigh and smile from me! Keep them coming, prompts are forever!!

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  16. Kathe W.January 7, 2014 at 8:13 PM

    so romantic and sentimental

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    1. christopherJanuary 8, 2014 at 8:25 AM

      It's a vacation for me to live in the romantic.

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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