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Updated on January 24, 2010
View from coit tower.
View from coit tower.

San- francisco wandering.

I was walking up to union square on a hot san francisco afternoon. It was a crazy busy day, plenty of people about and very noisy, all characteristics in a city I love but some days you are just not in the humor for. But in all that heat and mayhem, when I reached union square I noticed, busking on the corner a woman with a violin playing amazing beautiful music and it inspired me to write this piece and give it to her, just for the whole reason of someone doing the complete opposite of everyone else in the city and bringing a little peace and harmony to a city.

A Thorn-less Rose

That afternoon I wandered the

scales of a concrete alligator,

plodding along the dark rivets

of the beasts back,

aimlessly lost in the mist

of the beasts stale breath,

and with a wide open mouth,

the beast shook my bones

with a wild rapturous roar,

a roar of the cities hungry souls,

frighteningly congregated in

the dense meandering of

bustling madness.


But deep within the roar,

on Union square corner,

still, on the plains of

the beasts tongue,

stands a blossomed flower

with white Lilies in her eyes,

like a neon candle

swaying in a gentle breeze,

touching softly a sweet violin,

breathing love upon it's lips,

speaking notes deep into

it's wooden heart and a sound

so pure and humble, set

in the rage of an alligators roar,

draws my ears closer to

her quivering strings of love.


The mouth of this beast

has swallowed many souls,

yet flower, you still stand

waiting for moonlight to

fill your bright Lily eyes.

You play the music of hope

for the cities hungry souls,

a gentle whisper for those

willing to fill their empty shells,

willing to stand still on the beasts back,

at peace in the mellow hymn

of the flowers musical touch,

a thorn-less rose in our hands,

blossomed city flower.


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    • Sherbet Penny profile image

      Sherbet Penny 7 years ago from Galway, Ireland.

      Thank you Moulik Mistry.

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      Moulik Mistry 7 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

      Beautiful poem, I always love your poetry...

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      Sherbet Penny 7 years ago from Galway, Ireland.

      Thanks larry, I love Oakland too.

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      maven101 7 years ago from Northern Arizona

      Sherbet...Very nice poem that flows sweetly, ignoring the tumult of the City.....I left my heart in San Francisco too...I was born in Oakland and worked most of my adult life in the City by the Bay...miss the Bay, but I don't miss the traffic...Ghirardelli Square is my favorite hangout for eclectic experiences...Look forward to reading more of your poetry...Larry

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      Sherbet Penny 7 years ago from Galway, Ireland.

      Yes I'm a fan of spontaneity, Always have a notebook in the pocket, what comes to mind usually stays on the paper. I was in san fran for a month 2006, then 2 months 200b, Then 3 2009, It's where I want to live. I have lived in Asia, Auz, Europe, but San Fran owns the heart, always something going on, ALWAYS, and for literature, Unreal. Give myself a couple of years, and I'll be back for good. Thank you for comment gypsy.

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      russiangypsygirl 7 years ago

      Quivering strings of love... This poem I think is your best that I have read yet... You do well with a Muse, my dear. And I respectfully disagree with hotspur. I think the added imagery of you hunkered down writing for this woman, handing her a poem, so unexpected, do exactly what she was doing... creating peace in chaos... I loved it. How long were you in San Fransisco? It is funny, but it truly is my favourite city in all of North America. There is just...SOMETHING and everything about it. ") Cheers, Gypsy

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      Sherbet Penny 7 years ago from Galway, Ireland.

      Thank you hotspur and yes maybe your right about the description at the start, a little premature from myself I think, I just get too excited when I talk about San Fran, but thank you for comment.

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      hotspur 7 years ago from England

      Lyrical and flowing. Lovely poem - would have enjoyed even more without the explanation at the start - would have made the grey matter cogitate the images a little more. Thanks will read more. Cheers!