Blogging · poetry · Travel

Blurry Copenhagen…

img_20170211_014832_079

 

First rays of sun, the blinds

stayed open all night

hoping for light to get in.

 

The morning sets, slowly

but surely,

Washing away the night’s sorrow of leaving…

 

Soon, so very soon.

 

It is Copenhagen silent

just now, as I

long to hear that call in the dawn…

 

Stay, don’t go away!

 

“I can’t” I would say

Heartbroken, and defeated

by fate. But,

In my heart, I’d think

“I found a reason,

the reason to fight dullness.”

 

Everything stands still

except a whisper in

the cold cold wind,

“Farewell”, it murmurs

And the dried up vines just

shake their dried leaves

approving.

 

I walk passed

the sleepy bicycles, stacked

to warm each other

waiting to go

somewhere else.

 

The smell of fresh bakery

The sound of the city

awakening.

 

“Wait!”

I thought I heard…

“Wait!”

But I only turned

To see my own shadow blend

leaking in the paved road’s crack…

 

Teary eyes making

the last sights a little blurry

Leaving yet another piece

of me in the hands of the City…

 

Until next time, maybe…

 

 

 

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “Blurry Copenhagen…

  1. I hope you’re having a fantastic time on your trip, Cyranny! I hate so much that it has to end.

    My favorite imagery from your poem:

    “the sleepy bicycles, stacked
    to warm each other
    waiting to go
    somewhere else.”

    Very nice. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s