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Click hereAimless she roamed
Istanbul to Reykjavik
trying to make sense of flux.
History and myth intersections
glowed.
Fireflies, lanterns, st Elmo's Fire,
dancing, shifting Aurora Borealis,
riverbeds.
Now and again
the diversity
and impact overwhelmed.
Dachau - a sore red spot,
St Petersburg singing
a million different voices.
Older ones fading.
Kongsbjerg just an echo,
Vienna hanging tough,
recharged over and over.
Two nooses
still dangling
in Sofia.
She roamed her reign,
amazed of perseverance,
pretty shining lights, stopped
in Venice to bask in glow
that will never really die.
But who remembers Aberdeen,
Linkoping,
Reannisance in Kiev?
Ural and oceans do
and cradle as best they can
a weeping
weary titan.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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but I like it. I'm willing to scratch my head over the hours wasted napping in history class and just enjoy it.
that this piece rocks. for me, what i see it has a mythological presence to it, but not necessarily in the traditional, more contemporary.
L., this is superb. Such evocation of place and time, mood, beauty (grand, and terrible too). I must bookmark you. P.