Magnolia by Karl WaldbauerHe stood on the bridge
(as he had so many times before),
turned to the west,
watching the sunset.
Colors shot across the sky
coming to rest on clouds now drenched with divine decoration.
Jets flew through streaks of gold and red,
headed for distant cities, unknown skies.
Below his feet flowed thousands of cars in a freeway frenzy,
fighting to get home.
The relentless flow of traffic behind him created a rhythm,
the blood flow of a city
coursing its way to nowhere, to everywhere.
He stood on the bridge,
(surrounded by millions of people),
watching the majesty of sunset,
and for one glorious moment,
he was
alone. 11/15/2003
Posted on 11/16/2003 Copyright © 2024 Karl Waldbauer
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/21/03 at 06:02 PM Attune to that which is above the mundane. A spiritual attachment that transcends and leaves us alone with the majestic. Incredible verse that opens up the mind and engages the senses. |
Posted by Oliver Drewman on 04/21/04 at 05:22 AM Often one needs a moment alone to contemplate. Expressive and vibrant |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/29/04 at 05:47 PM Superbly put! Great job of capturing how despite despite the fact we're surrounded by thousands if not millions of others, we're still very much alone. |
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