To sit still smelling magnolia flowers on a summer sea breeze

[plazma]

Old memories slipping slowly into the drowsy mind

Smell the night air of the city flowing muggy
Carrying traces of salt, rotting seaweed and magnolia blooms

Prowling the streets with soft rubber footsteps on concrete
Eyes flickering and always watching the endless parade of shadows

Night lights on the harbour multiplying reflecting refracting

The sigh and roar of night traffic or the screams of sirens
Living faster than the speed of the blood in my veins for moments

Watching the water over the cigarette glowing orange
Always watching and writing small scrawled observations
Stealing images with a pen to peruse and repaint in words the night
As the gush and froth of the night tide echoes softly

Under the concrete arches returning myriad echoes for every step
Sinking quicksand-like in the night I immerse and submerge

Pace and pace again then step again into the streetlights splash
As the cars flicker past in the ebb and flow
Ethanol gaze nostalgic and striding sillhouetted in the glare

Absorbed by the atmosphere with every footfall connecting

Wrapped by soft blanketed euphoria boundless in scope
Fueling myself with the solitude of being surrounded

Back through the lens of time I fall slowly torn from memory

To sit still smelling magnolia flowers on a summer sea breeze

I've screwed around with the line spacing and stuff a bit, I'm curious to see what it reads like if its staged without conventional stanzas. Cheers.

-plaz out-

 

[cherub]

A-
I enjoy reading your stuff, i meant to come back to this and come to find out,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, no one responded, i am surprise, i love your writting and your mind,,,,, especially as it grows

 

[katmeow]

Thought I'd commented on this one...

I like it A, a little more personal than anything you've posted in a while. I think the spacing works well. It reads the way I feel memories come on... almost like each section is it's own little snapshot.

I'm envious of your talent with words!

K xxx

 

[neverwas]

^^^^ dito what she said

plaz hun i always love readign your work. you are one of the few people whos work is incredible. each thing you write has its own lil signifcant section...kinda like a photo album

 

[Dagny]

well well well

There are times when I fancy myself a writer; on days that I feel really smug the word 'poet' comes to mind. Some things I re-read and know that only my jumbled thoughts are written down and a few will call it poetry simply because they love me, not because of any great creation. Now it seems unimportant...

This moment comes and I am simply blessed to know of a poet in this world. And you are it, love. Thank you so much for the beauty you create with words (such insufficient things really when it comes to life).

 

[PsychoKitten]

I'm envious of your talent with words!

Me too. I never have the words to express how your writing touches me - it's a wonderful talent.

 

[Raz]

It reads the way I feel memories come on... almost like each section is it's own little snapshot.

I'm envious of your talent with words!

K xxx

what she said...I think it works really well, almost like watching a slideshow as each line is connected, but distinctly individual.

nice one plaz

 

[Innocuous]

god, I go away for a few months and here you are writing pictures like bloody slessor.