The changing color of hydrangeas

[Cristina1900]

it happens every time when it rains on the backstreets
you can feel through the rhythm of pending death
the blood pulse in your ears
an echo in a seashell
your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire
hiding the sun with her umbrella to avoid blindness
you can feel the ship’s floor slanting when the captain falls asleep

this world cleanse again of its ashes
everything drifts away like windblown raindrops

*

it is a warm smell of fresh bread steaming
it is a struggle against these ruined walls
still untouched by the springtime sun
you can hear a grandmother sighing while reading fairy tales
an old man crying in front of his empty stamp book
a scratched record playing behind wide open windows

from the underground floor of the circus
a beggar recites a philosophical stanza
because it rains

and no one knows
why clocks disappeared from the city squares
why they took down the posters from lamp posts
and the names of yesteryears singers drowned in mud
no one understands what happened
with those watchmaker shops and repairing workshops
where we took our umbrellas shoes watches hats stockings
no one knows if this circle will be unbroken

*

on the streets where dandelions grow wild
trees are partly cut telephone poles are uprooted
they pour hot asphalt
people searching for a guiding star embrace each other longer
children have the palms of their hands blackened
eating blueberries

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this is one of my more recent poems, written in my more recent "style", more fragmented and ramified. i don't know if it can be likable...anyway the great majority of my poems are more impressionistic and ambiguous, less conventional and i let the reader find his own meaning or message

[Rainman]

I like this very much.
It captures a sense of wistfulness and loss, maybe a kind of alienation, also, as it reflects on modernity.
My favourite line:

"and no one knows
why clocks disappeared from the city squares"

An impressive write, one of the best poems I've seen on this forum for some time....

[mwunk800]

Thanks for the poem. Your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire,that is a wonderful line. One of those lines I wish I had wrote.

[Windsend]

Welcome to TPS. This is a very interesting read. You definitely have your own sense of style. I have to say that I enjoyed this poem quite a bit. Thanks for posting.

[godsplat]

There is some great imagery in this poem, I also like the use of sound along with the other elements you put into this. Nice work indeed!

[Mizzy]

Great use of sences and description Cristina,
A very interesting read.....

Well penned.........Mick.

( Welcome on board )

[Cristina1900]

Thanks to all for your warm welcome...I am happy that you read and liked a little my poem.

[kryssi_nykki]

i like the style used, yes it's fragmented but that's what i like about it. it took you from scene to scene and i liked each one. great poem :)

[Rainman]

Super piece of writing.
Well-deserved spotlight.
I hope you continue to post your poems.

[Cristina1900]

well...thanks again! I just tried to post something in Roots today and I cannot find the right button...please can someone help me? I don't remember how I did it last time.

[everhopeful]

Your own description of this as impressionistic resonated with me; there's something about the sweeping nature of the descriptions which suggests an outward looking poem from an urban landscape, yet I can't escape the feeling of profound personal relevance. Even if some parts of the world carry on regardless, I feel as though the speaker is experiencing a sense of renewal in their life, although maybe only a short term one.
Much enjoyed work, and congratulations on the spotlight!