October 9

October 9, 2019
by C
comment 1
poetry

Oh how I love the city at night–
the lights, the lights

the quietest signs of life
sharp against the cold air

from a distance the interstate
mistranslated, say

a river, or a winter wind
or one unending exhalation

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  1. deanleahk's avatar
    deanleahk says

    Dear C.
    Living in Hong King I am fully with light energy, good and bad.
    On to my reason for contacting.
    As an audio engineer / media teacher for decades. I am beginning a project to record people’s poems into audio sequences.
    I plan to use a variety of voices – seemingly most suitable for the poem …
    I will also craft an audio sequence to lie underneath. Ambience, music, effect – what ever.

    Naturally I would need permission and also comments from the author.

    Who knows, it may be good and provide fresh ears on your words.

    You can see more about me : https://deanlea.wordpress.com/

    Let me know your thoughts.
    deanleahk@gmail.com

    Be safe
    Smiles

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