driving at sunset
around Centennial Park
listening to Chopin
on Classic Drive
stark trees silhouetted
against the pink winter sky
pouring apricot tones
on to the mirror'd lake
i delay returning home
wanting to drain the last drop
from every skerrick of beauty
this moment holds
i am indignant that
i will not spoil this picture perfect
by thinking of words like stench
and flabby conjuring up images
of drunks and tom cats who haunt
the inner city slums
Oh no! don't think of those words - go back to enjoying your drive!
ReplyDeleteI did and will do this again soon Robyn.
Deletesometimes its hard not to think or see those people I always feel bad for them and wonder how I could help them.
ReplyDeleteYou could join meals on wheels and feed the needy. Sometimes I just want to soar above the mirk and mire.
DeleteSounds like a wonderful ride.
ReplyDeleteMagical wondrous and I just had to share it.!
DeleteOh, my tied them in nicely at the end.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tonya
DeleteSo much of contrast between the first three verses and the last!! The beauty of Centennial Park and the drunks, tomcats and slums in the last!! Beautifully expressed!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Nanka. It is a beautiful park and I am lucky enough to live in walking distance of it.In the 70s the state Government wanted to ruin it by building a giant sporting stadium there but everyone took to the streets and it did not go ahead fortunately!
DeleteJust like you to turn the tables on the post words...and why not?
ReplyDeleteHa..it is like me..but how do you know that?:)
DeleteThree Wednesdday words, smartly dodged.
ReplyDeleteAnd, AND, a poem that uses skerrick. I never thought i would see the day...thank you.
Nice to see a Cosmo in a jolly mood!
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