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Visual Poem: Love Street

Photo Poem: Love Street.
Image: Chemigram on photographic paper.

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I see you from the promenade and begin to follow.
At first we mingle with roller-skaters with street performers
with bikini girls in bikini lines with poets
with occasional dogs with preachers delivering sermons.
Then with market stalls and taverns with painted gables
with raised cobbles, street signs and hoardings
as we travel deep into the heart of the ancient quarter.

A few streets beyond nuns and relics
we pass through an archway of velvet garlands
you are ten paces ahead, unaware of my presence
as we first stand together on Love Street.

Dusk, in her charcoal shroud follows us through.

She reveals the conical blooms of the streetlamps
as they emanate their soothing orange wash
and chimes the hour of fading light
in a rippling applause of Indian bells.
She leads you across a wooden convex bridge
onto the far banks of an ornamental lake.
I follow quickly, in the remaining chinks of light
trying to embrace you, elusive as a mirage.

But too soon night arrives, impenetrable
to tightly seal the envelope of a day passed.

I lose you, as I first should, on Love Street
I fall to the earth where you last appeared.
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* Inspired by the song Love Street by The Doors.

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Photo Poem: Love Street.<br />
Image: Chemigram on photographic paper.<br />
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I see you from the promenade and begin to follow.<br />
At first we mingle with roller-skaters with street performers<br />
with bikini girls in bikini lines with poets<br />
with occasional dogs with preachers delivering sermons.<br />
Then with market stalls and taverns with painted gables<br />
with raised cobbles, street signs and hoardings<br />
as we travel deep into the heart of the ancient quarter.<br />
<br />
A few streets beyond nuns and relics<br />
we pass through an archway of velvet garlands<br />
you are ten paces ahead, unaware of my presence<br />
as we first stand together on Love Street.<br />
<br />
Dusk, in her charcoal shroud follows us through.<br />
<br />
She reveals the conical blooms of the streetlamps<br />
as they emanate their soothing orange wash<br />
and chimes the hour of fading light<br />
in a rippling applause of Indian bells.<br />
She leads you across a wooden convex bridge<br />
onto the far banks of an ornamental lake.<br />
I follow quickly, in the remaining chinks of light<br />
trying to embrace you, elusive as a mirage.<br />
<br />
But too soon night arrives, impenetrable<br />
to tightly seal the envelope of a day passed.<br />
<br />
I lose you, as I first should, on Love Street<br />
I fall to the earth where you last appeared.<br />
-<br />
<br />
* Inspired by the song Love Street by The Doors.