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Sunday, December 19, 2010

Echoes

The Stone Nordic Theater
by moonlight is barren,
except for the latest Graffiti
and once in a while a
drifter borrows a night,
soothed by crashing waves
and the hum of the city.

By daylight, the stone
reveals its cold, empty stage,
a webbing of jagged cracks
crumbling from neglect.
The stonewalls hold memories
wrapped  in aged grape vines
flowing from crevice to crevice
near a woman dangling her legs
over the edge.

An edge of the mossy wall
overlooking the mighty waters
behind the Nordic theater.
She contemplates choice
with tear streaked cheeks
watching the brewing storm,
the swell of rolling waters
crashing against rocks
wails against stonewalls
echoes through the theater.

12/10 

posted for One Shot Wednesday week 25 at One Stop Poetry ~ check out more poetry

24 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ah yes, choice and tears upon one's cheeks......I remember. Beautifully written, River.

Hope said...

full of emotions. Feel sad for the the theater and the woman.

beautifully written!
thank you

budh.aaah said...

Why so sad..but then look who is asking. But tis true River that you have given me a lot of courage to be

River said...
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River said...

This is about one of my favorite parks in Duluth. Why is it so sad? I can only think I wrote it this way for all the changes the park has been through.

Thank you! :)

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

who has been neglected here? the theater or the woman? I see analogies in the moods of both though.

Nice one.

Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete

Brian Miller said...

perhaps they both have..a.dn based on your comment perhaps both have been through many changes as well...very nice...

Eric Alder said...

I'd like to see a picture of the Stone Nordic Theater in winter - then hear you describe it, just as you've done so nicely here.

Claudia said...

The stonewalls hold memories
wrapped in aged grape vines...
i always think old building carry memories in them like treasures
i like how you describe this with this double touch - woman and theater

Desert Rose said...

very emotional poem..places have souls of their own..well written and great exposure of memories..:)

Refuge Insomniac said...

A few moments ago, I read a poem, which presented a different view than what was expected, and I mention this now, as I often write, yet receive comments, which reflect a different vision, than what I originally felt during the write. However, that’s the beauty of poetry, we write with the emotions of the moment, then we must let them go, and let others discover their own journey through our words. For me, I found myself taken back 25-years, standing near the ocean on a stormy night, watching the wave’s crash, and the mist dusting my face... It was a wonderful little park in Victoria BC. Thank you! David

Chris G. said...

I know a few places like that...a treasure of a spot to sit and think, but it can feel sad, and lonely, to see how others have passed them by, forgotten them. Such memories, indeed.

Interesting analyzing the woman's relation to the theater, to the crash and the sadness and the wailing - would the theater, if it had a voice? Solemn, but lovely piece.

dustus said...

Beautiful poem, River. I think your lines echo dramatic and bring out the character of the setting. Cool spot :)

itslovelyannie.com said...

River

I have read this poem before...I love the feel in the air when I read this..I can feel the stone...as a drifter...as a passer by, as the reader

you write with amazing description...a story teller

Carrie Burtt said...

Echoes of the past are bittersweet,yet beautiful just the same...i love this River! :-)

River said...

Thank you for all the wonderful comments! :)

LauraX said...

beautiful River, sad and beautiful.

Fireblossom said...

I like the detail of the brewing storm. I can almost feel a sudden breeze come across the stage...

signed...bkm said...

Beautiful write on this site and the woman her thoughts seem to echo the sounds of the water and her mind...sounds like a beautiful place to visit...bkm

Sourav C. Pandey said...

Shows the attachment, nothing negative that I can find. Like it :)

One Stop - The Place For Poets, Writers and Artists said...

i too understood and enjoyed this wonderful poem...it reminded me of a place near where i live..thanks for sharing this...pete

tolbert said...

The stonewalls hold memories
wrapped in aged grape vines
flowing from crevice to crevice
near a woman dangling her legs
over the edge.

As always, you are flowing River. The stark reality is breathtaking. Beautifully written!

Steve Isaak said...

Effective image- and emotion-build to this. Solid work.

River said...

Thank you for all your comments. :)

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