i didn’t see the dragon

darkness in the corners of
the restNight’s eyes,
moist glistening molecule strands,
cut by the lightbeam of my bike, i wear
two different gloves, but that’s
a different story, on my lips

the scent of sleepwarm cheeks
from kissing you some minutes back,
fall’s dewy breath & LED
swords unpulled yet, i pass

Weil Hauptbahnhof & in the
pale light, paper silhouettes with caps
and scarves and last night’s dreams,
lashed up & canned & carried in
fake Vuitton bags, in trouser pockets,
suits with chinese tags &

4aMoment–

i’m back in the park, dew
on my feet, and i keep singing,
arms spread wide against the dark,

the train speeds up, a band of light,
with tired faces, fading– SilenCe–

mr. moon
& i

and still ten miles to go

Weil – city name
Hauptbahnhof – german for main train station
.. and it’s OpenLinkNight at dVerse again where it’s all about meeting cool people and reading fantastic poetry.. Joy aka Hedgewitch opens the doors at 3pm EST

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79 responses to “i didn’t see the dragon

  1. hmmm…I love what I just read of a sleepy -eyed Claudia on the early morning commute to work..the details of which, at such hours, of real people and images ..are familiar, a ritual or repeat film reel, real…yet can appear to be the continuation of a dream with..almost quiet flashbacks? ..sleepwarm cheeks..unpulled LED swords…nice…

  2. 4aMoment–

    i’m back in the park, dew
    on my feet, and i keep singing,
    arms spread wide against the dark,

    the train speeds up, a band of light,
    with tired faces, fading– SilenCe–

    mr. moon
    & i

    and still ten miles to go…

    I love the way you in-cor-porated a dream-like state with awaking to reality… in your poem i didn’t see the dragon.

    Tks, for sharing!

    deedee 🙂

  3. Very nice Claudia. Love the use of the imagery, details and objects. Excellent read. Thanks

  4. nice….really cool title to start claudia…the scent of sleepwarm cheeks and kissing you….nice bit of intimacy there…last nights dreams lashed up and canned in trouser pockets, ha….i like…really this is a tightly woven verse, lovely imagery…enjoy the trip with just you and the moon…smiles.

  5. the train speeds up, a band of light,
    with tired faces, fading– SilenCe–

    The sound of trains always sends me to melancholy. The silence afterward lends thoughts deeper. I wonder what the moon had on its mind.

  6. Lovely imagery, Claudia…the scent of sleepwarm cheeks and kissing …arms spread wide against the dark….and you and the moon. I was watching the moon reflection in my pool the other night..thinking how lovely it was ” moon in the pool” it rhymes 😉

  7. I can picture this, Claudia…early morning, sun not up yet, riding your bike in the ALMOST darkness on your way, thinking your own thoughts (with two different gloves on – LOL) A very atmospheric write.

  8. I like that you share what came to your mind as you peddled along in the still dark. It’s a little slice of your life that I can picture now and appreciate. The scent of sleepwarm cheeks is gorgeous.

  9. lashed up & canned & carried in
    fake Vuitton bags, in trouser pockets,
    suits with chinese tags

    Sign of the times! We are also inundated with China made goods. Nicely Claudia!

    Hank

  10. Your poem is like reading a dream, except that your words make the picture flashes very real.
    I remember watching people on the subway falling asleep. Their heads would bob, and drool would sometimes slide out. Don’t sleep on the train Claudia.

  11. Fabulous Claudia, so sensual – as ever! ‘on my lips/the scent of sleepwarm cheeks/from kissing you some minutes back,’ I can almost taste this lines!

  12. Hi Claudia

    moist glistening molecule strands,
    cut by the lightbeam of my bike, i wear
    two different gloves . . .

    this section totally caught my imagination
    and spun me through on a sweet trajectory . . .

    🙂

  13. As always Claudia, you put us right there, each detail a little jewel in the whole, each breath becoming our own next breath. Seems perfect to end it on the train, too.

  14. another beautiful ride, Claudia. You put so much romance in your poetry, hope there is some left for your man. Bike riding must be more prevalent in Europe.

  15. oh i just loved ‘the scent of sleepwarm cheeks’ and ‘fall’s dewy breath’..an enjoyable read with so many images to savor..thank you~

  16. Great. This is like a poetic crescendo that carries you to the night’s peak and then slowly brings you back to the silence of the evening.

  17. Such a pretty pretty poem, Claudia. I especially like
    moist glistening molecule strands,
    cut by the lightbeam of my bike, i wear
    two different gloves, but that’s
    a different story, on my lips

    the scent of sleepwarm cheeks

    I can feel the pull of the bike, and the breath of the night. k.

  18. You prove, Claudia, that one can get a buzz on with poetry…if written in half sleep, half dream. This is lovely!

  19. Sounds like a restless night with mr. moon man. this sounds like an odd adult nursery rhyme : Well done mon amie 🙂

  20. ok, so this is nice:

    “the scent of sleepwarm cheeks
    from kissing you some minutes back,
    fall’s dewy breath & LED
    swords unpulled yet, i pass”

    and this too, also nice:

    “Weil Hauptbahnhof & in the
    pale light, paper silhouettes with caps
    and scarves and last night’s dreams,
    lashed up & canned & carried in
    fake Vuitton bags, in trouser pockets,
    suits with chinese tags &”

    but what about the gloves? i want to know about the gloves, you can’t just say “that’s another story”, that’s just cruel.

    ok fine then, just leave me hanging =) see if i care

  21. I really enjoyed this. I particularly liked how at the end you say that you are speeding up, yet it simultaneously feels like you’re slowing down with the language you are using. So very well-written,

  22. last night’s dreams,
    lashed up & canned’ loved it 🙂 right there in the moment – I just love being there where you take me Claudia – and I also love the accent on those words that bring them up sharper focus – 4amoment – silenCe – 🙂 hugs Lib

  23. A perfect title!! And loved the still warm cheek on your lips. Used to take early morning bike rides with a friend,, the moon and i:-) really enjoyed this!

  24. Claudia, traveling mame! Even with “ten hours left to ride” — sounds like train travels? “outstretched hands in the dark” Thanks!

  25. This is terrific. There are so many cool images, but my favorite is “last night’s dreams lashed up & canned & carried in fake Louis Vuitton bags.” Marvelous!

  26. Liked the beginning of this, Claudia–a lot. Such as,
    “…moist glistening molecule strands,
    cut by the lightbeam of my bike, i wear
    two different gloves, but that’s
    a different story…”

    Want to read that “different story”.
    Also, as others, that last ten miles intrigues.

    (You write sweet comments, mah deah! Thank You.)

  27. I love this cathartic release and all of the light throughout it, glistening and beaming. Such a breathtaking piece, especially the canning and carrying imagine of a moment. Lovely.

  28. “and scarves and last night’s dreams,
    lashed up & canned & carried in
    fake Vuitton bags, in trouser pockets,
    suits with chinese tags”
    I love those lines… just so seeing like it is.

  29. this is the writing that appeals to me…simple….arresting in its details…..i could close my eyes..and see that park and morning….

  30. God…. Claudia, I just want to see you on that bike…….! And I think I just did…. Now I want to see it again! Wow…….. Claudia you just absolutely take me away and the world just disappears, but then it always ends….. I just want to get on the back of your bike and go forever…..

  31. Wonderful imagery Claudia and I love “on my lips

    the scent of sleepwarm cheeks”

    dreamy stuff…

    Anna :o]

  32. Love the coined words with your imagery – it’s as though one wakes up to be taken into your morning thoughts, agenda, movement, sounds and sights. How generous and completely Claudia of you! Wondrous.

  33. With perspective on blessings and observation of surrounding characters, you create a lead with a story as fantastic as it is mundane. This is the key to a rich, full life. This is the key to happiness!

  34. The Hauptbahn is a pain. 🙂 We must return to the living which makes life fun.

    DU

    Ich liebe dich. Bei Gott das ist
    mein Hertz, mein Blut, mein Körper. Bist
    du Sohn zu Vater und zu Geist?
    Der Vater werde eingekreist!

  35. I love your “Light” visions, your dances thru the mist. Your words always fill me and give such incredible beauty to the reader. Thank you.