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Manhattan Island

Contributed by Franko on Friday, 3rd March 2006 @ 02:06:44 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract



The box lies empty
beneath the rolling streets of Manhattan island
The dying, bleeding sun illuminating the coffee house, the apartment building, the playground.
a subtle golden glow

The ground lies barren
the hustle and bustle gone from the landscape
Strangely empty without them but Manhattan all the same.
Manhattan, all the same

Marching forward on forgotten ground,
the sun light deepens
the cold intensifies
and the darkness comes.

From within, a cry
a girl she weeps
crying for her city, her box.
replaced by Manhattan.

She cries
her tears falling rapidly from her face
she tries to smile, but she cannot
instead she frowns.

And in the wind, whistling through the air,
A plastic cup is caught
it's corporate logo visible on the underside
stamped on like a chemical burn.

“Star dreams coffee” it says, printed big and bold
on the side, the logo unmissable. The only object of color
for a thousand miles.
In all directions.

And then, it begins.
Another plastic Jesus appears
the wind whipped into a frenzy
A “Burger master” carton.

A “Super Cola” can
A “Pap” T-shirt
floating on the wind
carried by decency.

Everything comes floating back.
The wind carrying it across the air
it's here
and now it's morning.




Copyright © Franko ... [ 2006-03-03 14:06:44]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Manhattan Island (User Rating: 1 )
by slogan on Friday, 3rd March 2006 @ 02:14:15 PM AEST
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great write...jh


Re: Manhattan Island (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Friday, 3rd March 2006 @ 02:18:10 PM AEST
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I loved this thought and verse. Its funny how a photo can bring on such emotion and memories you captured them well.
Michelle


Re: Manhattan Island (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Friday, 3rd March 2006 @ 06:31:56 PM AEST
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Splendid write. Photos can be such lovely things, jogging our memories and yet at times they can be painful to our senses. Time marches on past the time of those photos and are gone, left back in our memories only. Great thought here.

Rita


Re: Manhattan Island (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 4th March 2006 @ 12:26:42 AM AEST
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sad .. did not take long did it.. oh my.. caught between the old world and the new world.. same world just the same.. with a few extras..

a kind of poem that you all can get feeling from.. what is and what is not..

Your friend,

raquelLeah




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