City Shadows, Colorful
February 1, 2009
I think of Rome in summertime,
Flipping through the gloss on photographs.
The bright colors, green, yellow, orange, blue
The clumps of roses carried near you.
Faces that you passed,
Will always smile in your photographs.
A crowd of stories, friends, and conversations,
A collage of colors on your wall.
But they are just shadows after all–
Flash moments of real peoples lives,
Printed onto printing paper.
And you can not help but wonder
How or where they ended up.
And if they made the most of life, til now–
Eating, talking, sleeping sound,
Falling in love.
The violinist on that street in Rome,
The middle-aged friar in his brown robe.
The rose peddlers near the Spanish Steps
Or that gold haired girl in Venice,
chasing pigeons.
February 1, 2009 at 10:05 pm
This is beautiful, and you propose a universally interesting question. I got such vivid images in my mind with each new line–I especially like the last two stanzas.
February 2, 2009 at 2:43 am
I wish I was there!
February 2, 2009 at 6:39 am
I really like this poem and your last one alot. You rhyme well, it isn’t annoying and you’ve got good word pictures.
Try doing something other than reminiscing though. Thats an easy emotion to pull on, but try something else.
March 2, 2009 at 2:31 pm
beautiful! I love the end especially…