the lost park

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“Se perdió el laberinto. Se perdieron
todos los eucaliptos ordenados…”

Gone was the labyrinth. Lost
the eucalyptuses so well aligned*
refining the marshes where gardens struck
gold in the muck of ages
and though time pieces fail, yet there is honeysuckle
tendrils can always tangle up a jungle maze
erasing boundaries beyond limitation

a strange creation now with the labyrinth gone
Asterion bewildered by such sudden wilderness
harnessed man and beast to seven sisterly stars
each Fall discharging balefully with fine meteoric ire
fireballs of Halloween where the fleet periodic comet
posits over and again indivisibility of an eliptical river

one mirador with cursory views of long gone faces
can yet trace all who’ve outlived reflection
some are still here to hear the silent fountain
fortune’s rusty squeak of roundabout and swing
giddy giggling children buried in nettles
tennis balls mislaid and rope moldering in a rubbish skip
I go tip-toeing around nostalgia for the lost park

Adding my versifying voice to the Poetry Pantry

Pimp these words series -using another’s first lines to set my poetry in motion whilst I attempt also to stay in keeping with the original
*Jorge Luis Borges (1985)- read full poem with translation – Elegy for a Park

33 Comments on “the lost park

  1. I love the seven sisterly stars…..and the tiptoing around nostalgia. I know that tiptoing. Smiles.

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  2. This has such poise about it…elegant phrasing lifting itself from the page to make you stop and read again and then smile a smile that says ‘i wish i’d written that’

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  3. Such nostalgia for the lost park….brings back memories especially the squeaky swings.

    ‘some are still here to hear the silent fountain
    fortune’s rusty squeak of roundabout and swing
    giddy giggling children buried in nettles
    tennis balls mislaid and rope moldering in a rubbish skip
    I go tip-toeing around nostalgia for the lost park’

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  4. A beautiful response to your source of inspiration,.

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  5. What strange beauty there is being lost both in the scene you created and the words playing with us as in childish dreams.

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  6. Wow a most elegant poem
    “harnessed man and beast to seven sisterly stars” love this and this
    “the silent fountain, fortune’s rusty squeak of roundabout and swing”

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  7. I go tip-toeing around
    nostalgia for the lost park

    It gives lots of personal satisfaction to be remembering all those times of old. Great way of narration, Laura!

    Hank

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  8. I enjoyed the mythology and the way you wove this poem. I like the idea of tiptoeing around nostalgia!

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