There are two cities somewhere on Earth: The old, and the very old. And I can hear how whisper both, When sunrise paints their buildings rose, Their gates are open, but roads closed, Unless you go to scaffolds.
The rivers rise. Whispers a forsaken ship docked. No hope to unload cargo . Another city a magnet stone attracts and detracts decisions by forces gravitating to pull the bodies to the ground. Eyes have not the say, though old wise and wide. Ears do not hear the bell ring. Die is cast. Fortunately fate is unknown.
Thank you so much-no, I wrote it in English-I wanted to tag you, as in "thank you", as yours played a role in me finishing this one, -if it can be considered finished. But I was too exhausted, like they cut me open and let me bleed, couldn't talk or move. So now I say two "thank you's"
Love this, Chen—one of your best, I think. There are two cities, like two people, as an old love song once said, "one always crying and one always taking the blame." Thank you.
Chen- "Abandoned, then sent to roll," is a fantastic sentence. I love the way you weave the words "two cities," into a deeper thought-journey. Hope you're well this week? Cheers, -Thalia
Thank you so much, thank you, @mpoetry
Thank you so much for the restack, Dave-thank you-it means worlds
The rivers rise. Whispers a forsaken ship docked. No hope to unload cargo . Another city a magnet stone attracts and detracts decisions by forces gravitating to pull the bodies to the ground. Eyes have not the say, though old wise and wide. Ears do not hear the bell ring. Die is cast. Fortunately fate is unknown.
...thank you
I'm still thinking of what you wrote. or rather, seeing it. or no, more than seeing, because i'm there? hard to explain
thank you, again
Thank you for the restack, Lique-thank you so much
Very good poem Chen .Thank you for it .
thank you for reading, @mitch-and for your kind comment
Chen, did you originally write this in another language? Very powerful by the way.
Thank you so much-no, I wrote it in English-I wanted to tag you, as in "thank you", as yours played a role in me finishing this one, -if it can be considered finished. But I was too exhausted, like they cut me open and let me bleed, couldn't talk or move. So now I say two "thank you's"
and I say two 'you are welcomes'.
I am torn apart. One piece of me loves this so much, the other aches and aches and aches.
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..thank you so much for the restack, @Philip Traylen-it means a lot to me
..and thank you for the restack, @The Rewind...appreciate it more than I can say
Love this, Chen—one of your best, I think. There are two cities, like two people, as an old love song once said, "one always crying and one always taking the blame." Thank you.
thank you, Paul-thank you🩵
oh, and thank you so much for the restack-it means a lot, a lot
thank you so much for the restack, @Justus
...thank you very much for the restack, @EpicGonzo
Chen- "Abandoned, then sent to roll," is a fantastic sentence. I love the way you weave the words "two cities," into a deeper thought-journey. Hope you're well this week? Cheers, -Thalia
Thank you, Thalia-you're very kind
It means a lot