Sophia, Bulgaria

Poem--Sophia

   sophia


remains damned

by its inglorious, failed

communist past

in our new century

its train tracks into the city

from the prague and budapest

passing though picturesque

roughly pointed hills

[the pyramids]

eroded through ages of time

from forgotten mountains

no doubt


then the city explodes

its ugliness upon us

at its train station heart

once almost grand

[but not quite large enough for that]

surrounded by drab city center

with a few old, attractive buildings

a small mosque, unoccupied

on this palm sunday

a great, apparently hardly used synagogue

with a few children

in their hebrew studies about

and a busy orthodox church

celebrating the coming resurrection

in rich ceremony and some splendor


a scattering of nice hotels

and busy city center market

with dancers and chocolate

seafood, meats, and clothing

and souvenirs

vsiting shoppers delight

though with vendors

mostly downcast

wishing for more buyers

more sales than are theirs


at downtown communal artesian well

in what was surely

this city’s then town’s

original founding center

a woman sings

with quite a lovely voice

for whatever coins

appreciative or simply kind

hearers might leave

in awaiting plate


the city’s commercial

surely social heart

the multi--storied indoor market

shine, almost, to the atruggling economy

and busy city center market

with dancers and chocolate

seafood, meats, and clothing

and souvenirs

vsiting shoppers delight

though with vendors

mostly downcast

wishing for more buyers

more sales

 

training toward greece

two sights lodge themselves

in the mind

a garbage dump

with its filth cascading

waterfall-like down its hillside

toward train tracks

thrown there by

the people living above them

surviving, as best they can

on its crest


then row after row of abandoned

soviet era apartment buildings

apparently now abandoned

with no life to be seen about them

no people, no movement

indicating life

only drab, wasted treasure

of some five year moscow plan

which constructed empty dreams

with building’s growth

into the bulgarian air

now blown away by time’s wind

surely never to be forgotten

such waste of the earth’s great gifts

but humanity’s enduring strength

 

jmurph


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jo miller 3 years ago from Tennessee

One of my favorite cities.

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