This Restless Collection

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This restless collection,

as seen from the Tobin Bridge.

Shifting scenes

of distant steeples and obelisks

gleam against dusk.

Blackened boats appear lodged

in the deserted clay of Mystic rivers,

a passing stillness juxtaposed

with far neon horizon

glows a fiery pink sun

tied in a tourniquet

of Chelsea street wires

rising in glistening webs

above triple-decker pigeoned beds,

where decrepit stairways

become stoops to stare away

into the still blue hue of the night sky.

It is indeed East

and only the windows

keep out the smell of the sea.

It takes an ocean to remind me

my true current is like no other,

but a restless collection of the old and new,

driven through the rattle of cars,

the racket of hammers and saws,

no construction can cover over completely

its darker history.

Claims of witchcraft, betrayal and mystery,

nineteen innocents strung up in a Salem tree,

stained remnants lifted off of Giles Corey.

A moment for reflection for restless souls

as ancient bells into churchyards empty.

All these layers

held in the ice and sullen brick,

passing through the melting drip of alleys that I knew as a kid.

This restless collection no longer hidden

three decades ago,

the cold rain

washed away the season’s first snow

as it does today

despite what is underneath it.

For every place I’ve been finds the same pattern.

It seems painted and perceived,

if not tainted and deceived,

sewn into the strands I’ve received

ragged from the road,

experience hardened into its frame.

I feel the ravens of memory claw at me,

their restless collection

on unsteady limbs is necessary,

like every tear in the thread,

even if ultimately it needs to be shed.

 

Salem Massachusetts1

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7 thoughts on “This Restless Collection

  1. Susan says:

    Great visions,the mystical aura of this place.
    The witchcraft, how it gets into your skin. The yak coat , the tattered covering.. You had to let go… We read I to it what we will . Love, m

  2. Chatty Owl says:

    Beautiful imagery, painted with words.

  3. nicktakis2012 says:

    One of your best.. The ending grabs you . Clawing like the raven. The tears It’s disconcerting. Which is maybe your intent? Love, mom

    Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2013 22:16:37 +0000 To: nicktakis@hotmail.com

    • domtakis says:

      I like how words like tears can be read different ways. In this case it is associated with something intense from out of the past that was necessary but needs to be let go to move on.

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