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| March 16 I like the name of the website I found this morning's poem - Liquid Imagination. It claims to be where reality and fantasy blur. Intriguing, right? So I explored and managed to find this piece. Again, I was drawn in by the poem's title and I had to read it. I was not disappointed. I really like exploring a variety of websites that have unusual poetic options. I find most poetry opens the mind and gets you thinking, but these websites provide some fresher outlooks. Land of the Optimistic Poets by Steven Croft paints a picture... a moving picture of our world and a dreamers world. I went along for the ride. Enjoy! Land of the Optimistic Poets by Steven Croft Posted on February 28, 2020 At city’s end, away from its central towers, traffic light after traffic light, billboard after billboard, past strip clubs liquor stores bad neighborhoods to the broken edge of the built environment, and on, riding now the scrape of diesel train wheels past smoking factories, brownfield tank farms, on past roundup crops in an expanse of agro-mega-fields, on foot now down the trail of high voltage lines, walking on to a broken forest, growing in civilization’s cast-out debris, and up now past the bent fuselage of a plane caught in the climate storm’s torsion, which could not climb, clear the mountain, left here as a totem of escape’s impossibility And over the mountain, over a disturbed ocean dotted by ships trailing industrial fishing nets and on to a desert land, its once green and vibrant contours leveled by the blast wave when everything went wrong And on to where plants struggle to grow again, and on, in a sudden field of wildflowers, before a bay with a glass-bottomed ferry, like it has been waiting to cross these new waters filled with sea life, to an unexpected land of forests and gentle bird songs, where strangers pass with greetings of friendship, and up to a colonnaded hill-top patio looking down over fields where workers who care about the land gather in the morning before beginning, looking down at the zero waste factories, at several cars appearing disappearing through the trees noiselessly on electromagnetic magic of rails, in the fresh air of morning, the distant blue sea glass of the bay His fever-dream passing, the poet looks out louvered vinyl blinds, where walkways crisscross a quad between buildings, pictures the graffitied plaza across the brick wall securing his campus from people paying out shrinking wages, the city’s air thick hot circling over traffic-locked freeways, and rubbing his eyes, in the hazy blur, sees a semester’s horizon of unmarked papers https://liquidimagination.silverpen.org/article/land-of-the-optimistic-poets-by-... This site has and audio track for you to listen to the poem.    |
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