Landscape of the Fifth Floor

Posted: September 9, 2012 in Uncategorized
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knots of morning undone

drapes drawn,

fifth floor apartment coffee,

watching those below

could it be so cynical

to be so aware

of the origins of man,

that your afraid to be

sociable and charming,

instead insular alone

liking only the moment

in coffee house or theatre,

beneath sodium street lights

faces look yellow waxen

and by day bright gaunt,

the apartment a sanctuary

to tend ones misery alone,

not obsolete in it’s use

walls plain adorned,

book filled cases

carried on broad oak shoulders

weighted in gilt edged pages

words that offered companionship

no human heart could feel,

paintings offered other vista’s,

beside the windows

and their velvet companions,

within this architecture womb

life was normal.

 

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Comments
  1. margaretbednar says:

    within this architecture womb

    I find this lonely and cold… not what one thinks of as a healthy, healing womb.

  2. Magaly says:

    “within this architecture womb” made me shiver…

  3. shewritesherenow says:

    i look for the writers here, and I see I have found one (and more, of course). Beautiful use language in this.

  4. sreeja says:

    feels the pangs of loneliness in city here…..this is so good to read…..

  5. Helen says:

    .. ‘knots of morning undone’ ~ set the tone for your lovely poem.

  6. aprille says:

    Actually, I can identitfy with this, and don’t find it frightening.
    At times, of course 🙂
    Bit of this, bit of that..

  7. Susan says:

    Hmmm … such a stark and lonely feel reading this … removed and isolated like one of those peregrines that nest above the buildings in NYC that swoop down for only the necessary and then stay above it all riding the currents and then settling back to the nest

  8. “could it be so cynical / to be so aware / of the origins of man, / that your afraid to be / sociable and charming”… Hm, a lot of people seem so nowadays. This is a splendid description of the Fifth-floor coffee morning 🙂

  9. Isabel Doyle says:

    ‘to tend ones misery alone’ is a great line Chris, in good company with other great lines in your poem

  10. Karen S. says:

    Wow, each sentence painted more pictures flowing through my thoughts….and it is wonderful when you can discover normal in life! sometimes, I have to wonder …especially while driving on the freeways!

  11. wayne says:

    loved reading this…..thanks for sharing

  12. slpmartin says:

    Wow…what a brilliant write…kudos!

  13. Nice Fish,

    I’ve felt the same way for the last three years. Thanks for sharing. What did you mean by Man’s origin? Philosophically or scientifically, or something else?

    Dave

  14. ManicDdaily says:

    Gilt-edged pages easier than guilt-edged ones! This describes a very understandable solipsism – I especially liked the waxen yellow faces of those under the sodium lights. k.

  15. coconutspeak says:

    This is a wear your wool sweater, rainy outside and sip your hot Mexican chocolate type of poem.

  16. Linda Fraser says:

    I like this,

  17. brian miller says:

    oy….i would not want to be so alone…the apartment a sactuary to it…architecture womb is a cool turn of phrase as well….

  18. Tess Kincaid says:

    So cozy and bookish…I don’t want to leave…

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