Poetry of the day

    Haze in the sky

 

Ever since I can remember

there used to be a hill outside the town

actually made of municipal garbage,

rejected or lost things.

One saw it as the horizon, always smouldering,

smoke curling in spots or rising up,

filling the sky with a blue haze.

 

Over the years I have watched the hill

first get surrounded by the town, then disguised,

and then get buried and built over.

There are townships there, malls,

Commonwealth Games, Formula 1 races.

 

The city has made many townships

over the centuries, built over such hills.

The skies have been filling with blue haze :

memories, ghosts and residues

of rejected, lost things.

All cities.

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About ctaposh

Cartoonist, poet, social activist, development banker, documentary filmmaker, reader of books and realities, ponderer of questions milling around.
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One Response to Poetry of the day

  1. Panama says:

    Would WW’s didactic message have been found so overbearing when it was first read as it is now? Is that why the poetry of Byron and Coleridge is more appealing to a modern audience? And why WW’s explicitly social and didactic poems less popular?

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