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Logos smeared in shimmering rouge
On a night-hushed harbour
The soggy blink and burst
Of fluorescent overtime
Cupping the tinkle-donk
Of tilting masts
Wildly pointing at the stars
In giddy accusation -
Skinned pets, parked
Waiting for Sydney’s
Working wealth to wake
…
Perched on cement
Soothed by the quiet
Moored like these yachts
In obedient patience,
I consider our trembling marriage
…
The bridge yawns gracefully above
House lights huddle
On a borrowed headland,
Camped conversations
Silenced by distance
And the inky black spill
Of still ocean
The water is a kiss or a slap
Against the city’s concrete rim -
I can’t decide.
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Sy, Its probably a slap, thin skinned is easier than silvan clamour
Sorry for the spelling of your beautiful name SKY
Umm Love and Marriage go together like a cat and honey. Nice description of Sydney at night. Nice backdrop for a marriage "on the rocks".
Awesome!
And i will tell you why i think that "tinkle-donk" very clever and evocative
Great middle section bringing in the marriage, really adds great volume to the poem
and excellent ending, great metaphor for marriage (within that question)
Well done
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