dcmarti1 Posted September 24, 2015 Share Posted September 24, 2015 (A little familiarity with DC would have more impact, but I think the jist is there.) Hopkins Street, as usual,has no open spaces.I turn back and goto 14 and P, where I pay$60 a monthso I can see you on Wednesdays.Neither the wind nor the leaveshave turned, so flesh will beexposed and abundantat Dupont Circle.Yes, the constant drummersplay from the outer ring;the twirler is under his samesouth-west corner tree;Lighthouse, with his guitar and amp, *is just perceptible fromthe north side metro;Rascals doors are locked,as it has not yet becomeRiggs/PNC Bank or Chop't;Betty may swim in the fountain today,if she has been released;and lastly, Ty Rant may be screamingat the street lamp poles.I assume you're with your kids,but you're sleeping off a nightwith someone I will sleep with later.He left hours ago, and it's hoursbefore I will see you.24 years later and I use “is”where I should use “was”,use present tense where past is correct,use names of fountain iconsthat no one can even remember,and still I wait for that guitar and amp,unplugged, to slide into Dupont Circle,to compete with the drummersfor my attention and desire for lunch,before afternoons become acoustic.* Robert Lighthouse, DC area street musician Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 Interesting montage that corresponds with what you may see the world over. From Spanish guitarists to folk musicians, buskers and street mimes; the world turns on a human trait of those who want to see and be seen. "The worlds a stage..." and all that. Enjoyed. G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted October 2, 2015 Share Posted October 2, 2015 The title deserves respect! Thoroughly enjoyed the amble down to that moment of time, and the bittersweet reflection posited by the last stanza. Really a joy! Juris Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eclipse Posted October 3, 2015 Share Posted October 3, 2015 such a different perspective you have captured in this piece-excellent Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted October 4, 2015 Author Share Posted October 4, 2015 A play on "Mourning becomes Electra", which, I must admit, I have not seen nor read but only know (generally) about. Thanks for reading. The title deserves respect! Thoroughly enjoyed the amble down to that moment of time, and the bittersweet reflection posited by the last stanza. Really a joy! Juris Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted October 4, 2015 Author Share Posted October 4, 2015 "All the world's a stage".....and most of us are missing our cues. :) Thanks for reading. Interesting montage that corresponds with what you may see the world over. From Spanish guitarists to folk musicians, buskers and street mimes; the world turns on a human trait of those who want to see and be seen. "The worlds a stage..." and all that. Enjoyed. G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted October 4, 2015 Author Share Posted October 4, 2015 I appreciate your time in reading. Thanks! such a different perspective you have captured in this piece-excellent Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poetjohncompton Posted October 12, 2015 Share Posted October 12, 2015 the title is BRILLIANT! i love the title! the poem is fascinating. I assume you're with your kids,but you're sleeping off a nightwith someone I will sleep with later.He left hours ago, and it's hoursbefore I will see you. that is the best stanza. you rocked this poem. such greatness, & of course the last line. how i've read this poem over & over & can't quench my thirst for it! Quote https://www.facebook.com/poetjohncompton Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted October 18, 2015 Share Posted October 18, 2015 You are definitely on your game here, dc. Evocative with a note of nostalgia that jolts the present. Thanks, - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted October 24, 2015 Share Posted October 24, 2015 Hi Marty, your title set the tone and even though I got a little lost in a couple of passages not knowing the terrain, the message was loud and clear. I really enjoyed reading this. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted February 17, 2016 Share Posted February 17, 2016 This is the work of Marti which takes me there. ... Neither the wind nor the leaves have turned, so flesh will beexposed and abundantat Dupont Circle ... It could as easily have been late last summer, three decades ago, or both. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted April 5, 2016 Author Share Posted April 5, 2016 Thank you for reading and commenting. Ah, Dupont. Sigh. Life here in TX has gotten a little better with the docent job, but I just have no creative juices flowing right now. And now I learn of Frank's passing. This is the work of Marti which takes me there. ... Neither the wind nor the leaves have turned, so flesh will beexposed and abundantat Dupont Circle ... It could as easily have been late last summer, three decades ago, or both. Tony Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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