“cynical? No! - In San Pedro” - Poem by John Murtagh
November solitude - an interlude-
new Rhythms- shape a change in mood-
Then sight & senses re-arrange
make friends - all new, from someone strange.
When warmth approaches, softly spoken -
(leaves cynical suitors unswayed -un-broken)
How numb I am if not a child -
to grip a hand in gloves of skin -
not shake them from the need to win?
Expressions - open faced – consuming,
empowered deep by unassuming nature
that reflects siesta - dreams of tourist's drunk fiesta -
journeys our unmade friendships bring -
when time decayed - wear out - grow thin-
Our dreams alone – defiant of time – a sunset's streak
without decline - stay unattached - not false nor fake –
are vivid more - through sleep and wake -
from knowing dreams our friendships make.
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