The New Romance Poem by Brian Purdy
The New Romance
Fewer creeks
blacker starlings
fewer home-made killing-jars
Moths and butterflies
still dancing
through the sound of passing cars
But now the creek's
beneath a building
traffic din may never end
Secret places
all are forfeit
with beetles wing and muskrat's den
Bridge us to
the purple twilight
when the mist was medicine
Spirit us
across the gloaming
to where the trees stood listening
Can you hear it
Can you hear it
Hear this song of rust and rain
In the twilight
in the gloaming
open up and feel again.
Seems like the world is in more flux as we get older. Nostalgia kicks in to bring us back home one more time. Comforting lines.
in the twilight in the gloaming open up and feel again. a nice poem
in the twilight in the gloaming open up and feel again. a nice poem
in the twilight in the gloaming open up and feel again. a nice poem
The tempo reminds me of a very famous poem but I can't put my finger on it. Still, your choice of words effects me.
Steel and concrete gorging meadows and even deserts...................open up and feel indeed..........That was so short and straight...........thank u for sharing..............I have a poem something in the same theme........time plz let me know what u think about it..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/13/2024 3:40:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh man this may be my favorite of yours. Identify strongly with the theme too.