Panama's Picture Show

Here is the place where I find you:
outside the walls of civilization
late mornings bide in the spread arms of
the shade of almond trees;

shadowed patios sound tragic Spanish airs,
weighted drops of conversation
as we share a simple lunch
on a terrace of whte tiled floors

Shadows spread and flatten,
as afternoon engages a quiet of cool,
rain approaches--as does our departure

In the fading splash of the bright sun
dripping water begins to form.

Back home I look outside
outside, a window wide
to the spray of the afternoon,

I open your book of pictures,
the world you see.
from far away I catch your eye,
open the lid of the slide

To find your mind inside,
the pattern of your sight
my attention’s camera obscuring
all scenes but yours.

Later, darker yet,
come unbidden dreams of metal birds,
the clatter of skulls,
the feeling of being alone.

Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2016-07-20 at 22:52

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Ivan R
Simply beautiful.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Succinct visions of life. Perhaps some from the past and some from now. Where they meet is what you now are. A combination of experience and existence. The last stanza is quite disturbing though. I hope you are okay.

The outside world and the inside world- picturesque and emphatic. A beautiful poem.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
very beautiful and vivid images subtle moods throughout. lovely.