Lost in Translation

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We crawl paved arteries,
Protective metal shells
Inch their way forward
No bumper stickers here
Metal emblems shout our allegiances.

  “Oh Lord won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz”

The City called last week….
should have let it go
to Voice Mail.
Screen all talk of departures,
Words that draw me back.

  “Dialing for dollars is trying to find me”

Retracing walkways now paved
with distant memories,
New eyes open to reveal
familiar tender traps
laid with immaculate precision.

  “Prove that you love me and buy the next round”

Early light… dust of snow
I walk as the city sleeps,
Soft footsteps join my path
Coyote and I share a gaze
Half domestic, half wild, still untamed

We stand, lost in translation.
Eyes unlock
heads turn
together the step
in the same direction.

  “I’m counting on you Lord, please don’t let me down” 

   “lyrics  Janis Joplin”

 

Published by westcoastwoman

A story or poem follows me around for a while, I write it down to get it out of my head and sometimes after rereading it seems universal enough that I hope it might also speak to someone else. One thing that has become clear is the photography and the writing seem to be morphing into one, the photograph being the muse for the words or the words for the photograph.....and then a quote I find from someone who had the talent to put what I am trying to say into a few precise sentences.

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5 thoughts on “Lost in Translation”

  1. Love this post! “Half domestic, half wild, still untamed.”
    You hit the nail on the head!
    Thanks for sharing. A brilliant way of combining the present with the past.
    BTW, in 1968 Janis came to my college and sang that amazing song. There was nobody like her!

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    1. Thank you leslie, never saw her in person would have loved to. Visit to the city, surrounded by luxury cars, suddenly her voice starts singing in my ears. Got to make you smile.

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    1. I wrote that one a while ago on a visit/return to ‘the big city’. Thank you for your comment, not everyone appreciates unique edges. I also have an older poem on my blog called
      ‘3 a.m. sentences(s)’ I noticed the title on your blog right away. The 3:00 a.m. crowd:)

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