slow motion heartbeats
are nervous breakdown
of secret feelings kept
like unread diaries
and in time change
from red to white

pierced rooms and
starry polished nails
never personify a
modern day venus
but tall mannequins
in glass amsterdam shops

long red lights on
traffic avenues
trap hundred cars
of angry fathers
rush hour girls
rush hour boys



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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17 Responses to amsterdam

  1. suna says:

    Luckily you drop by at my place that I’ve found yours. Captivated by your poem 😉

  2. abitjuakali says:

    This is lovely. 🙂

  3. slpmartin says:

    Wow…that first stanza just pulls you straight into the heart of the poem…very nice indeed.

  4. Mocha says:

    wow…this is damn good…

  5. Jo says:

    Really beautiful.

  6. Doug says:

    Slow motion heartbeats are sad extractions from the flutter of the flush of attraction, shallow enough to be blind to the serviceable desperation of convenient commodities as polished flirtations and plunges read as red hot but secretly cool, detached, and tragic in minor ways major.

  7. Eric Alagan says:

    I agree with Charles – your first stanza is a hook!

    Enjoyed this read, Chester.

    Peace, Eric 🙂

  8. fikayo says:

    I have never been to Amsterdam but this poem gives me a picture of what to expect.

  9. Ms. Vee says:

    Wow…I was meant to find you and read this poem. I am going to Amsterdam next week. I enjoyed reading this..

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