Pearson park

[eclipse]

Leaves are like foot steps as they land. Eyes from

a stone monument see gates in the clouds, pigeons

crowd the sky. Pearson's ghost and that of the rain

share an umbrella, In a empty house candles hunger

for flames, windows forage for faces and names of

children long gone, green eyes of a girl fill the barren

fire place, the clocks hands are handcuffed

 

Children enter the park like light entering the eyes 

of a swan with the moon riding on it's back. Hands

of pick pocket winds steal flames  from the sun reflected

in the eyes of birds. Seasons in the park have made me

both key and keyhole. Branch tips strain for the braille

manuscript in the clouds above. I watched leaves fall from

trees, emerald tears fall from keys and heard the sound of children's

footsteps.

[badger11]

One of my favourite of yours. I could highlight, but there are so many great lines. Magnificent.

[Tinker]

I'm with Badge on this one, but I can pick a favorite.

"Children enter the park like light entering the eyes" That is ridiculously good.

~~Tink

[JoelJosol]

What I like best in this piece eclipse is the surprise you get on each turn in the line. You'll never know what you get. That is an exciting ride.

[David W. Parsley]

Barry, this is vivid and atmospheric.  Totally love the sensory sequence of image, sound, smell.  Exemplifies the power of poetry to capture the ineffable.  Unique.

 - Dave

[tonyv]

Barry, I agree with everyone's comments. This one is one of your best. Too much quality poetry in these lines to start quoting; I'd have to quote the whole thing. Unbelievably good.

Tony

PS -- title perfect