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The twenty second floor

a powerful view of the Bay

windows that stretch from here

to the horizon, not mine, of course

I am to be seen but not heard

an Oxpecker, mending clocks

without the tick, this tower

would not exist, equations

frozen, daunting, empty

glacial without melt

 

we can't live among these crags

driven out by hierarchies lacking

the basics for our survival-

Comfort, Challenge, Community

Rhinos have Universities and Colleges

Birds left at the door, "Business

as usual" among the twigs and feathers

the wild ecologies of symbiotes

and scavengers, the displaced

and their arts

 

weaving foundations of interlocked detritus

those in their towers think of as bone

The sun rises, the Golden Gate glows

back down we go, all of it passes

but the time and its reasons

only birds and we, know.

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Aleksandra

Dr.con, this is wonderful metaphorical poem. Full with good imageries. You started this poem very quiet and slowly, in descriptive form. And that is connecting to the end very nice, especially with the line: " The sun rises, the Golden Gate glows ".

 

I enjoyed this poem very much, it have some modern metaphor.

 

Thank you for sharing.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Dr. Con,

 

I had to Google the Oxpecker. I presumed it was a bird, but I had to find out if it was the woodpecker. If I understand correctly, it is not.

 

There's a lot going on, it seems, on a sociological level, and it's most apparent here:

we can't live among these crags

driven out by hierarchies lacking

the basics for our survival-

Comfort, Challenge, Community

Rhinos have Universities and Colleges,

and here:

weaving foundations of interlocked detritus

those in their towers think of as bone,

but I think what I like most in this poem is the setting, as captured in these parts:

The twenty second floor

a powerful view of the Bay

windows that stretch from here

to the horizon, not mine, of course ...

 

The sun rises, the Golden Gate glows

back down we go, all of it passes ...

I love cityscapes, and I always enjoy local references.

 

Somewhere I heard that birds are prehistoric, genetically close to dinosaurs or reptiles -- a feather is like a scale -- but really, I probably just have no idea what I'm talking about. I do recall something from the Christian Bible's Book of Revelations, where it says the birds will feast on the flesh of the kings of the earth. Indeed, I believe that birds will eventually serve some higher, useful purpose, such as that. I love the title.

 

Tony

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dr_con ,

 

The title and the content remind me of the Bird's Nest in Beijing where 2008 Olympics was held. Some of the concerns and discontent of the Bird's Nest were well expressed in and could be related to the thoughts in your poem.

 

Thanks for the fine read.

 

Lake

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Wow, DrC, the word "crag" in itself carries many potential meanings. It conflicts from my Bible-reading context where a crag is often used metaphorically as a place of refuge, isolation though a difficult place to be in.

 

When you wrote

 

"we can't live among these crags"

 

I married the Bible context, Maslow's hierarchies, and the social pyramid representing weath accumulators - is definitely not a nice image to have.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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goldenlangur

Hello DC,

 

The

nest/tower

seems like a contemporary Noah's ark, except perhaps the narrator is unsure what is worth saving and what can be saved.

 

The interlacing of the surroundings

view of the Bay

,

the Golden Gate

with the ruminations gives a sense of abstracted unease. There's so much at stake and how impotent the individual.

 

 

I first learned of the Golden Gates in Vikram Seth's work of the same name.

 

 

 

Happy New Year.

 

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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JJ and GL, many thanks for the piercing insights! Maslow's hierarchies indeed JJ, and the impotence and Noah's ark qualities are indeed there beneath the subtext, GL

 

wow, I'm very impressed by the quality of discussion that happens here on PMO, you all bring a wealth of perspectives and experience to the humble craft of poetry;-)

 

DC

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