A Century of Dreams (APH Steampunk Poetry)Cogs and gears are like the threads fine crocheting,A Century of Dreams (APH Steampunk Poetry) by Starbrite234
interwoven in the arteries of the heart of Frankfurt.
They are as commonplace as the people,
who sit in the cafes alongside the cobblestone roads;
Venturing about talk and gossip,
as the clicks and turns go about,
whilst the sounds of the world around them meld to become music.
Vati said once,
that a century of grandfather clocks lie silent in Römerberg.
Waiting with thin hands until the strike of noon,
to sing a symphony of beautiful metallic sound.
Those where the rare few sentences uttered that day,
that were clean of irritation,
and raw with intelligence and passion.
He also said that similarly,
I was his and Mutti’s cacophony;
a senseless melody of childish whims and loud laughter.
Mutti told us not to run late,
early in the morn of Monday,
as his lips met her proper cheek.
We whisked out the door into the brass and metal city,
as her small hands touched the warmth he had left behind.
It was here there that I like to
Seems you've found me....stay for some Timmies, eh?|
I am many things (as most people are). I am a writer, a storyteller, and artist, musician, etc.
I love to create, as well as laugh with people and share words with others.
My Nationality is Canadian, and in case you are even more curious, I am of German (Prussian) and
Dutch descent, of the (Liberal) Mennonite variety.