INTENSE DAY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD (SONG-IN-PROGRESS)

 

My road once was a riverbed
So hard to get it through my head
Although shells poke out of the watershed
It morphed into a now-ancient farmstead
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But so hard to proliferate in sandy soil
Sweaty involvement of those who toil
Flora silently struggling in turmoil
Earth defeating by strangling coil
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So now the road is rutted and rough
Neighbors look neither left nor right, oddly enough
Our lives here are admittedly tough
But wouldn’t dare call anyone’s bluff
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What is the mystery and melancholy of a street
De Chirico painted the dreamlike retreat
I move through it with an irregular heartbeat
Within a life with memories mainly bittersweet
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Where is the love promised once upon a time
No sense wondering since I’ve passed my prime
The clock slowed down, gave up its chime
And my mind is merely an internal rhyme
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Sometimes I can sense your passion
There is definitely a mutual attraction
But will always deny my reaction
Because love is merely an abstraction
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We’re all refractions of light
Looking different to each, is it right?
To some we look like day, to some like night
But rarely is it really visual sight
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So I wind down the road symbolizing life
Rutted, rocky and sometimes filled with strife
Circular as stone or straight as a sharpened knife
Interwoven with noise or sweet sounds of a fife…
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© 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Giorgio de Chirico, Mystery and Melancholy of a Street