Between
is the breath between
life and death
the laughter between
the light and hereafter
the whispers
between love and fractures
between
the glass reflections
float words consequential,
some, kind, reverential,
others, profane and mean,
drifting down, unseen,
settling on matchstick people
and their matchbox lives
us
breathing it in
like asbestos
Take care
with the words
between
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Love this!
Thanks, Amelia, and for stopping by 🙂
Awesome great Entry Beeblu 🙂
Thanks, Jake 🙂
Love the last two lines of stanza two….really very descriptive of those who inhabit the city.
Thanks, Charles – it’s quite sobering to look down at all that ant-like activity – it puts things in perspective
Great take on the theme, BB.
Your photos capture the reason I’m not a fan of cities . . . too many people occupying too little space . . . hurrying and scurrying from place to place . . . unable to extricate themselves from the omnipresent rat race!
Thanks, Nancy – love your poem here, haha 🙂
I love the pulse of cities like NYC and Sydney but I also love getting away from it all from time to time. NYC is such an awesome place to visit but I’m not sure that I’d like to live there – it’s a bit overwhelming. To me living in Sydney does not feel like being immersed in the rat race – we have a lot of parkland and water so it’s easy to escape the clamour if need be 🙂
A profound poem and it’s greatest weight is in the last stanza, Blu. Nice work … and the photos are absolutely amazing. Big smiles here from City Girl. Thanks for posting them.
Happy New Year …
Thank you, Jamie 😀 Glad you enjoyed these photos of across the bridge from your hometown – unfortunately we ran out of time and, once again, I didn’t get over to Brooklyn 😦
Best wishes for 2012!
this is so very strong. I like it blue!
Happy new year!
Thanks, Eva – may the New Year be good to you, too (no wet slippers! :))
This is great, bluebee!
Thanks, Cin xxx
What spectacular shots. How did you get those? Have you been hiding your ability to fly from us? I love them. I am such a fan of cityscapes.
I can actually see the words of your poem come to life floating down and landing between the spaces in the buildings. Just brilliant!
Thanks, Selma! 😀
Believe me,nobody would ever want me behind the controls of an aircraft, (although many years ago I flew a glider under the watchful eye and instruction of Ziggy, its WWII-pilot owner :))
I took these shots from the Empire State Building when I was in NYC in September.
Fantastic shots! Did you take these from a helicopter? Gorgeous! 🙂
Thanks, eof737, and for stopping by here.
I took these shots from the Empire State Building – no helicopter required 😀
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Really good poem, love the photos too what an amazing view 🙂
Thanks, Gilly – was lucky to get a clear day 🙂
Wow!
A bird’s eye view, Julie 🙂
simply awesome 🙂
NYC is spectacular from up there, Amira 🙂
OH so true BB. And especially in communities where many live close together.
Big communities or small tight knit communities, this poem is valid for both.
Thank you for the insight.
John
They each have their pros and cons, don’t they, John? (and their rules of engagement ;-)) Thanks for the comment. 🙂
I wonder if you were looking down on the apartment I stayed in….
All those rooftops and only one with a pool.
I guess not too many are keen to have a few million pairs of eyes looking down on them 🙂
Great post. Happy 2012 🙂
Thanks – best wishes for the New Year, Northern Narratives
Brilliant poem – all splintered and sharp (right down to the asbestos being breathed in) – to match the spectacular photos (you should have just told Selma you really are a superwoman with the power of flight 😉 ).
Gotta keep some things secret, Gabe, hehe 😉
Thanks 😀
Superb poem, Bb. Love your play on words and all the hidden meanings! Love it! Great photo, too.
It’s a mysterious thing, this creation of poetry – thanks for coming along for the ride this year, Adee 😀
wonderful widescreen!
Thanks, Frizztext – I applied a cinemascope effect to the photos
Amazing – so dramatic, BB! And a wonderful interpretation of the word…
Thanks, Kate – I can always overcome my dislike of heights for these sorts of vistas 🙂
This is a wonderful poem, said in a new way. Thank you. Ethel Mortenson Davis
Thank you, Ethel.
Love it. I think it’s such a simple thing that it’s often overlooked. Words have so much power.
They do, Coin&Feather – all the words we shouldn’t have and should have said would change our course. Thanks.
xx
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