City with Stone Heart

stone heart

Some cities have cold hearts, she said.

Stone cold.

Even in autumn.stone heart

When skies are ripe with colour.

You walk and you walk and you could not quite believe how many hilly streets are there, and

Houses perched on the edge of cliffs.

Above the sea.

You labour up and down those hills in rain and wind, and

Some days you need to hold onto street-posts or something not to be blown into the sea with your umbrella turned up-side-down, and

Your hat flaying over the tree tops.

You come upon the old obelisks at the edge of your favourite garden; trees all ablaze now with red, and gold, and orange,

And you remember walking there this last summer,

Smiling at the city beneath; still new and hopeful.

We will get to know each other yet;

In your galleries and museums where sombre paintings of old Maori hang under the soft lights,

In tiny coffee houses nestled inside your narrow alleys where black-suited people drink their lattés and cappuccinos’ in a hurry,

In backstreet pubs and shabby theatres where miscellaneous artists carefully cultivate air of boredom and indifference.

You smile and you smile until your face hurts;

But it never smiles back.

Not once.

Author: Daniela

Reader, Writer, Mother, Freethinker, Habitual Day Dreamer, Blogger - Sharing Ideas, Poetry, Prose, and Conversations on the Lantern Post!

16 thoughts on “City with Stone Heart”

  1. You are an awesome writer. “Awesome” is a favorite word of the teens here and though I rarely use it the way they do, it is entirely appropriate here. The person walking and walking in that cold hearted city has captured my imagination. And the whole effect is awesome.

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    1. Thank you very, very much for the ‘awesome’ -:)! Young people across the world must just love this word – my own daughter included … and so your wonderful comment is special in that way too -:)!

      Many thanks,
      Daniela

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  2. your poems startle me over and over with their wild aptness, their strangeness, their sudden familiarity. tony

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