[size=150]Gloomy morning
Shadow afflicted in
beleaguered prosperity. [/size]
[size=150]Morning lull speaks [/size]
[size=59]…[/size][size=150]foreign words to[/size]
[size=59]…[/size][size=150]distracted ears.[/size]
[size=150]Speeding vertical world
Calm ignorance in[/size]
[size=59]…[/size][size=150]Smooth steel.[/size]
[size=150]Waiting in the city
faces like flowers which
grow sad in the darkness.[/size]
James, your Poem conjures up images of autumn: gloomy, lull, serene. I like the gloomy lull serene feel of autumn----it is breathtaking. A prescription pill for the busy and buzzling material world of the city: speeding vertical world. Am I warm? It doesn’t matter. I love your poem.
Most intriguing is how your Ayn Rand signature picks up at the end. Imagine if that was the intended last line – how apropos it would be to her beleagured pro$perity and dumb, empty skyscrapers.
Gloomy morning
Shadow afflicted in
beleaguered prosperity.
Morning lull speaks
foreign words to
distracted ears.
Speeding vertical world
Calm ignorance in
Smooth steel.
Waiting in the city
faces like flowers which
grow sad in the darkness.
Ayn Rand is my bitch.
I noticed that too—it is apt: Ayn Rand is my bitch.
Thanks for the kind words Arendt.
I mostly had in mind a particular experience of the CBD in Sydney.
On one of its edges is a large park full of exquisite oaks and birches. Come lunchtime, they cast their ponderous shadows over the hoard of double-brested truants in search of respite from the daily grind.
I would stare up at the tall buildings and listen to the sound of the wind. Above the clamor of the footpaths, there was a kind of solitude which gave to the city a certain grace. What would otherwise have been a tense gloom became a peaceful stillness.
As the day progressed the light would darken and acquire a certain mystique. First there was the slight sadness hidden behind each squint as my eyes adjusted to the new gloom. Then, all of a sudden, a yawn would escape, and then another. Finally, that sense of security which invariably accompanies the descent into somnambulance. A seat on the bus, time to go home.
Regards,
James
You’ve got a typo in there… didn’t you mean:
“Speeding vortical world
Calm ignorance in
…Smooth steel.”
Makes sence like that too…
James,
Sounds like a great way to spend time. A yawn, a calm, the city, somnambulance, then going home.
Origin: L. Somnus = sleep; ambulare = to walk : somnambulance.
I aware of the meaning of somnambulance.
And yes, it is a good way to spend time. I generally prefer to read though.
It wasn’t for you. It was a note to self. I like that word. Never used it or haven’t met it before. 
Haha I feel like making some silly joke, but will refrain. It is indeed a good word. I have many others, just like it. A veritable paradigm of eloquence - some might even say that I am All That Is Language (in a suitably manly voice, no doubt).
But perhaps that is saying too much. And I promised no silly humor.
James
Arrghh.
A way to ruin what could have been a funny joke is to say, I was gonna say something funny but nevermind.
