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Cadence
On this ridge of time,
shore of space, edge of light;
an ocher bulb dims its flame
within the smoke-littered jazz hall.
A solemn tune rings out
and rests within the margins of cadence.
Dancers on marble tiles
wave their misty perfumes
for the patrons of dawn.
Another raven on the greco bust
sighing songs of forsaken times;
the centuries of babeldom and lust.
So here are they,
perched in old fragrances and dust.
Lovestruck children
lured by the sirens of a crooked pier.
Another renaissance in molten minds -
complete with poems from a forgotten year.
In this void of image, crag of memory,
the landscapes are joined
by bridges over rivers of sound.
The piano weaves a haunted smile
as walking rhythm falls between
the margins of cadence.
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shore of space, edge of light;
an ocher bulb dims its flame
within the smoke-littered jazz hall.
A solemn tune rings out
and rests within the margins of cadence.
Dancers on marble tiles
wave their misty perfumes
for the patrons of dawn.
Another raven on the greco bust
sighing songs of forsaken times;
the centuries of babeldom and lust.
So here are they,
perched in old fragrances and dust.
Lovestruck children
lured by the sirens of a crooked pier.
Another renaissance in molten minds -
complete with poems from a forgotten year.
In this void of image, crag of memory,
the landscapes are joined
by bridges over rivers of sound.
The piano weaves a haunted smile
as walking rhythm falls between
the margins of cadence.
#poetry #writco #WritcoQuote
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