Waiting Is Walking Away

[sweetladyrach]

A poem about one of my favorite cities.


Waiting is Walking Away

Dreams alive
Music and lights,
Smiles and garments,
Falling from the shoulder –

These nights get younger
As I get older,
I tell him that I’m living
So that I won’t die too soon –

Try to remember how much fun
You had in New Orleans…
I purr, in other words, let
Me be remembered –

We part on Canal Street
In the City of a Million Dreams,
Meet eyes, say goodbye,
Let fate take control –

The sky oranges near the horizon,
Fog has collected around the tops
Of the high-rises and palmettos,
My heels click the cobblestones –

I say secret prayers, like I don’t believe
This magic exists, like I don’t
Believe that’ll ever return as a person
Whole enough to appreciate it.

[Absinthe]

Hmmm....not sure about this piece as a whole. I like it, but at the same time, I don't really. Either way, this:

"These nights get younger
As I get older,"

....yeah.....love that. Adore it, actually. Its an interesting idea and for some reason these lines just popped out at me.

[NotSoPerfect]

"The sky oranges near the horizon,
Fog has collected around the tops"


I loved the imagery in this. It really made New Orleans visible to me. Those lines caught me a little off guard though, I think because of the tense switch from present to past perfect. I see where you were going, but it seemed a little awkward. Nice job overall.