smile from the streets you hold

smile from the streets you hold within your hands
filled with honking cars and little feet in tiny crowds.

laugh from the buildings that trickle out of cracks,
abandoned, desolate and falling like grains of sand.

frown from the seas that form in the palms of clenched fists
that flood everything from fingertips to wrists
when you're lonely and you're sad and feel your tears
drip
drop
drip
d
o
w
n
into your hands
(still
holding your smiling streets
with it's
giggling buildings eternally
crumbling
away
into oblivion's warm lap).

smile from the streets you hold within your hands
like an infant staring up at the face of mother time
sun shining bright within your eyes
round glowing orbs that no lies can penetrate
(where no truths can spoil innocence's sweet lullabies)

smile from the streets you hold within your hands
because you know
That transcendence will always lie in
suns
moons
and
stars
and sometimes in intergalactic nebulae
stretching endlessly for light years and years
(and years and years and years)
brilliant like luminescent rorschach ink blots of bright purple
and blue and sometimes red and (sea foam) green
but always infinite
and always gold.

Reviews

[Chelsea Schermerhorn]

This piece is definately unusual, but not necessarily in a bad way. I think there is much more to this piece than meets the eye and a depth into a dimension that is not fully understood (at least by me). The parentheses you use are mostly unneeded and there is a slight lack of capitalization. Thank you very much for your entry into the Any and All Poem contest