grey in the morning
smog,
streets awaking
bicycles;
cars thread through:
awake,
smoky Beijing!
misty in the veils of
time,
museums stand,
tall and Junoesque;
antiques are real when
awoken,
smokey Beijing;
earthy, cigarettes mutely
fume,
lazy streams glistening ‘twixt
Mandarin;
words entwining,
awakening,
smoky Beijing:
humming, miles away the
tourists,
globe’s collection in bright sun
visors,
parasols out and wide
awake,
smokey Beijing –
from the stolen sands of
time,
progress lays its youthful
tracks,
resting lay the timeless Dragon,
in depths and
at the core,
smokey Beijing.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
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While I read through the lines I found myself walking down a lane, seeing all that you wrote, breathing the air of the smokey Beijing.
ReplyDeleteBeijing is a fascinating city as I perceive through the tales that I read.
The words flew so naturally that I went from one to another without shifting my eyes.
It was a great read! :)
Hey Sui Generis,
DeleteThanks so much for the lovely comment. :) I've been to Beijing twice before. This poem (and a couple more I will be writing) are based on sights and images I gathered on a family trip to China in the summer of 2013. It's a very fascinating city; there's so much to explore that it is almost a country itself.