Emblems and Oracles
Day, while busy with paperwork,
forgot the girl.
So she wandered looping cul-de-sacs
fronted by repetitions
of the same four split levels.
Ornamental humans
never looked her way
while they attended
various incarnations
of the same manicured god.
Bird calls and a high breeze through trees
were the only sounds
as she walked. The most painful,
for they spoke
and still she could not understand.
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how very haunting and lonely …
A poignant and evocative piece!
Love this! So tender and lonely….
I agree with marousia, it is a tender yet lonely image, I can clearly think of it as a photo in front of my eyes, I can see its colors and dreamy filters. Beautiful piece, Matt. =*
Bravo. Very solid writing; simultaneously etherial and concrete. Love those well-tended deities.