Telegraphic poles

forgotten
 
along the roads on our isles                           
they really should stand straight
and in one line
but as your eye travels the pattern         
it finds that ‘upright’ 
is not the matter
on wind battered plains
 
some bend this way
and some the other
it may be just a hint but it affords
delightful sights:
here’s that old burdened man
lost in the moors
there the young dancer 
taking off with outstretched hands
 
some join to tell the stories of the gales,
of the preferred channel of the winds…
(and yet, despite and still, 
we miraculously get wired connections
to our sitting rooms)
…..except the ones
who left the lines
to dream alone on some forgotten hill
 
 
                                                            
 
 
                                                            
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About lorianapauli

Born in Italian speaking Ticino/Switzerland. Lived all my life in different parts of that very country till I found my way "home", where I truly belong > the 'Long Island'.
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