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Entry tags:
Cloudy Gray
Name: Jack
Story: Empty Sky
Colors: Cloudy Gray
Supplies and Styles: Saturation, Graffiti
Word Count: ~450
Notes: another set of poems, these are for the City
1. play
some folks find the theater first,
lost in an unfamiliar alley
and drawn like a moth to the neon
the title on the sign is always
one you've never seen before
the woman in the ticket booth
has a face you can't quite place
the woman in the balcony
has test pattern eyes
2. carry
some folks discover the market,
the shops they're passing grow
gradually stranger until
there is no way back where they came
and it becomes harder to tell
whether they're wandering a plaza
filled with stalls or a shopping mall
depending on which eye is blinking
but what matters is there is so much
here you never knew you needed
3. classify
some folks come in through the library
taking a left and another left
in the stacks until the shelves
stop answering to Dewey
the books are sorted by
far more unorthodox systems
there's tea in the map room
and safe passage in the basement
if you can earn it
4. defy
coming in is a simple melody
leaving is complex arrangement
requiring five part harmony
of the souls with a counter melody
the punctuating drumbeat of regret
or the wandering baseline
that comes from knowing too much
including that you're never really gone
5. mollify
a few leave, many fade
the rest find their places
in the symphony, pick up
instruments that look a little
familiar and learn their sounds
until they play as if
they've always known the song
6. rectify
"I'll set it right."
she walked away
I never saw her again
maybe she succeeded
7. accompany
His footsteps are silent on cobbles,
Tarred gravel, packed dirt.
He may as well be another ghost
One of thousands to walk these roads
Since their cities were misplaced
By time and imagination
Unlike them, he has a destination
Waiting for him, with walls as solid
As anything in this place. While he
Is noiseless, I walk beside him,
Stumbling into sound enough for two
Tripping over insubstantial ghosts
8. lay
what passes for sun
filters through the stained glass
growing a garden of blue-tinged roses
across the church's stone floor
the altar draped in lavender
dark enough to hide the mildew
the benches long gone
to make room for the light
the worshipers lay on the floor
breathless, waiting
9. multiply
the city keeps changing,
overwriting some parts, moving others,
overlapping when it's convenient
people come and fade, or don't
but there's always more room
there's always more to forget
10. empty
No quarter is empty.
Most arrive with a few lost inhabitants
who don't know why the city
outside their block has changed.
Even if one did, the wanderers
would trickle in shortly,
directed there by shifting alleys.
Story: Empty Sky
Colors: Cloudy Gray
Supplies and Styles: Saturation, Graffiti
Word Count: ~450
Notes: another set of poems, these are for the City
1. play
some folks find the theater first,
lost in an unfamiliar alley
and drawn like a moth to the neon
the title on the sign is always
one you've never seen before
the woman in the ticket booth
has a face you can't quite place
the woman in the balcony
has test pattern eyes
2. carry
some folks discover the market,
the shops they're passing grow
gradually stranger until
there is no way back where they came
and it becomes harder to tell
whether they're wandering a plaza
filled with stalls or a shopping mall
depending on which eye is blinking
but what matters is there is so much
here you never knew you needed
3. classify
some folks come in through the library
taking a left and another left
in the stacks until the shelves
stop answering to Dewey
the books are sorted by
far more unorthodox systems
there's tea in the map room
and safe passage in the basement
if you can earn it
4. defy
coming in is a simple melody
leaving is complex arrangement
requiring five part harmony
of the souls with a counter melody
the punctuating drumbeat of regret
or the wandering baseline
that comes from knowing too much
including that you're never really gone
5. mollify
a few leave, many fade
the rest find their places
in the symphony, pick up
instruments that look a little
familiar and learn their sounds
until they play as if
they've always known the song
6. rectify
"I'll set it right."
she walked away
I never saw her again
maybe she succeeded
7. accompany
His footsteps are silent on cobbles,
Tarred gravel, packed dirt.
He may as well be another ghost
One of thousands to walk these roads
Since their cities were misplaced
By time and imagination
Unlike them, he has a destination
Waiting for him, with walls as solid
As anything in this place. While he
Is noiseless, I walk beside him,
Stumbling into sound enough for two
Tripping over insubstantial ghosts
8. lay
what passes for sun
filters through the stained glass
growing a garden of blue-tinged roses
across the church's stone floor
the altar draped in lavender
dark enough to hide the mildew
the benches long gone
to make room for the light
the worshipers lay on the floor
breathless, waiting
9. multiply
the city keeps changing,
overwriting some parts, moving others,
overlapping when it's convenient
people come and fade, or don't
but there's always more room
there's always more to forget
10. empty
No quarter is empty.
Most arrive with a few lost inhabitants
who don't know why the city
outside their block has changed.
Even if one did, the wanderers
would trickle in shortly,
directed there by shifting alleys.
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"
"I'll set it right."
she walked away
I never saw her again
maybe she succeeded
"
That's my favorite.
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Thank you!
y
Is there more to this?
Re: y
Thank you! The City's been kind of a background character in a lot of stuff over time, but I don't have a specific thing to point you to for more of it.
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I am not surprised at all that you like that verse. ;)