JohnL
03-10-2011, 05:45 AM
View From Pension Tara
Sleep still red city
dream of infinity in yellow
lights streaming concrete tributaries,
eroding tires and treading over history’s
far-reaching strides.
Take pride in the countryside
retreats, as day-long trips grow steps
closer to city center than the decades before.
Implore the river to divulge its soft whispered secrets,
tales of the taming
of the hills, the spreading fires
into hearths of conglomerated buildings
and advertisements at every kilometer. Streets cobbled
are swallowed by night
but the lamps glow bright,
fueling the drive, ever onward.
Next word: traffic
(oops, the post before asked for 'pension' -- this doesn't have much to do with ostriches...)
Sleep still red city
dream of infinity in yellow
lights streaming concrete tributaries,
eroding tires and treading over history’s
far-reaching strides.
Take pride in the countryside
retreats, as day-long trips grow steps
closer to city center than the decades before.
Implore the river to divulge its soft whispered secrets,
tales of the taming
of the hills, the spreading fires
into hearths of conglomerated buildings
and advertisements at every kilometer. Streets cobbled
are swallowed by night
but the lamps glow bright,
fueling the drive, ever onward.
Next word: traffic
(oops, the post before asked for 'pension' -- this doesn't have much to do with ostriches...)