Christ walks the streets of Venice
by strannikov
Christ walks the streets of Venice,
has long since become a regular:
but no one sees him,
His pictures are all over.
When He passes by outside,
I see him through the wet dust I smell
on my cloudy panes,
though I've hidden His pictures.
Is it water He walks on?
or does He walk on the water-borne dust?
The streets strewn with ghosts
scream loud but are never heard.
Christ walks the Charleston harbor,
the stones haven't screamed as long.
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Author's Note
For all its troubles the Charleston peninsula is not under water, yet.
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Beautifully ironic.
*****
Appropriate choice of city. Very harmonious.
U2: I went a walkin, with a bible and a gun.
"The streets strewn with ghosts scream loud but are never heard."
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Christ make His way to Charleston cleverly and sadly.
So. Good. ***
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"Is it water He walks on?
or does He walk on the water-borne dust?
The streets strewn with ghosts
scream loud but are never heard."
Venice-- beautiful, pedestrian-only, soggy Venice, where the ability to walk on water comes in handy. Charleston, another favorite city, a certain round-numbered significant birthday of mine celebrated at Hominy Grill. Their motto: 'Grits are good for you.'
"water-borne dust" ***
Otlichnoye stikhotvoreniye. Ty lovish atmosferu tonnushchogo goroda, gdye prizraki gulyaut...
Izvini, strannikov - translation:
Excellent poem. You capture & encapsulate the atmosphere of a drowning city where ghosts wander