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

Vanity

When young we don’t care at all

at mid ego’s can fly

When old we don’t care again.