It’s a beautiful day in my mind
Visions that I’ve never seen
Gas lamps light the cobble stone streets
With pride and esteem
Exchanged is a nod and a gentle smile
as gracious kind people pass by
On a bridge
rhythmic clicks echo
of proud horses shoes
Still waters running high
In this vision of mine
on this eve of ash dusk
a gentleman strolls by tall
Dressed with grace
of long cloth splendor
perfumed with air of Fall
Lady on arm
her boots finely laced
a pillar of beauty so fine
rests dark auburn hair on the nape of her neck
rose scented skin divine
The intimate love
seen in their eyes
Obscures all I see
A Time, a Street , a Bridge, a Love
A place in dreams for me.
In a word, quaint. This piece does have that “old-timey” feel to it, something which serves to jar the senses in a manner akin to a culture shock.
What do I enjoy about this? Well, the quaintness, for one. The simplicity, which a master of the martial art once said is “key to brilliance”. It maintains a charm that speaks of times long past, something slightly Victorian, without sacrificing its ability to be easily understood. AND, it can be identified with; for who among us does not dwell in our dreams from time to time?
The only thing that bothered me was a matter of grammar, something more or less superficial in a very technical perspective. “Proud horses shoes…”
All in all, this piece of poetry is very much the delight to take in. In my opinion, anyway. 🙂
Oh…and spot on choice of photograph.
I had the “vision” of proud representing rhythmic….as a working horse, chosen for the streets, avoiding the fields. I must say you are 100 for 100 in finding where I had difficulties 🙂 I saw it but wasn’t convinced if I was able to deliver it-
Again, lines jump out to me…I love “Its a beautiful day in my mind”. Not referring to being crazy 😃 but keeping positive and waking up that way and seeing the beauty in the world.
Thank you captbogey! I truly enjoyed the visual while writing it 🙂 Thank you so much for reading it and even more for taking the time to comment 🙂
Beautiful writing. I especially like the line ” … on this eve of ash dusk.”
Thank you Chagall. That is one of my favorite lines too 😉
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