Gaia

[theirishsea]

(after commenting on a number of very, very interesting poems this morning, I don't know whether I have anything left in the tank, but will give it a try anyway.)

the world is an old fat lady
stripping in Times Square
opening her arms
for one more act of love
before her heart bursts
the grief falling like boiling rain
how does boiling rain fall?
it lifts itself from passion
becomes steam
a visible haze over everything
and then the condensation
tears on everything
hot tears
searing
naked skin
even her own
as she grabs at everyone passing
in Times Square
all the raincoats, the umbrellas
the heads looking straight ahead
not at her desperate face
wanting a little love
before she explodes
with grief

[the mingo]

a visible haze over everything

... that's just how my day is going ...

[revolutionR]

Yeah.

[mnaz]

Couldn't even do her one last courtesy..

[judih]

the bottomless tank
where poetry scraps ferment and gather guts

[saw]

fantastic visuals....and a compelling story....the desperation perhaps of being alone and wanting to be noticed, and even provocativeness letting you down...Times Square the ultimate test of your humanity....Enjoyed !

[dadio]

good capture.

[revolutionR]

All the raincoats, umbrellas .....all the theories, the experiments, the fail safe