Every Night A City Sleeps

aDarkerMind

Every night a city sleeps.

No protocol, no language

A world can understand.

By his own hand,

Be dammed the consequence such barren land.

The plains of  Kyrenia,

Apollo, Aphrodite,

How rich the excavated Cypriot

Brings milatry junta

Five miles west of nine stars to a five.

Rainbow steps from here to somewhere else.

What dies where sleeps all still alive,

So ends so here begins another day

Talking culture through the soft veins of a heart.

It is June but still the lovers bark and crawl.

A lovers shawl of defensive chain and ball.

A ballad for the gloom before I sleep.

What portrait this I paint beyond the stars?

My riches yours to sail to seven rocks,

un-godly hours fickle as we are

Lay me aside in the chorus of a dawn.

I am idle. I am lame.

I have pulled a million flowers 

From lovers lane to where walks Portrait d'une Femme.

There is nothing here quite like my own.

One dull man. dull. oxorious;

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Wow, Melvin, wonderful poem. It beautifully weaves together themes of urban life and ancient history, along with personal introspection. I really loved the juxtaposition of the modern urban imagery with classical references! Brilliantly done, my friend! 🌹👏

  • sorenbarrett

    This poem to me goes deeper than the surface of history and present of urban and open land it speaks of present day conditions of war and destruction of beginning and end. So well worded and rhymed it rings with a plea from the grave and people in misery

  • Teddy.15

    Breathtaking poetry dearest Melvin. 🌹

  • Thomas W Case

    Superb work, my friend.

  • TobaniNataiella

    A great piece of writing, if a bit haunting with a touch of dark, but very enjoyable to read.

  • Dan Williams

    What a potent image; "A lovers shawl of defensive chain and ball". Then "Lay me aside in the chorus of a dawn." to punctuate. Well spoken.

  • NafisaSB

    well this sounded anything but dull - a beautiful melding of past and present



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