The frost withered remains of summer’s hope,
have already yielded their lot,
Turning in to lick their wounds,
and count the things they got
The seasons offer no guarantees,
no permanent hand to hold
When the sun is high, it’s time to play,
when it’s gone, it’s cold
There’s not much time to stop and stare,
to wallow in what’s been,
For life calls on and demands its due,
before the turning in.
The written word, what can be better? Actually, the spoken word is close to our hearts as well. Hearing the author’s voice, her inflections, her pauses, the rise and fall of her soul soaring on the message within her words, feeling the courage to stand on a raised platform to present one’s offering and sharing the camaraderie of your fellows. Poets gathered at Fuer Dich, a trendy Zurich café/restaurant located on Stauffacherstrasse, on February 9, 2015 for just this express purpose. It was a night to be remembered..
Poets left to right: Nicky Hodges, Sarah Batschelet, Jena Griffiths, Kim Wolfe, Deb Hoffmann, Ellen Magee and Jocelyn Moore.
Zurich Harbor Crane
BACKGROUND:
The highly controversial Public Art Project was begun in in 2011! The discussions went on and on, but it was finally approved by the Mayor and her councilors. The anti-crane group continually attempted to ban it, without success.
A crane was found in Rostock Germany. A fine rusty example built in 1963, thirty meters high and 90 tons in weight. It was bought and shipped to Zurich at a cost of -$680,000. Meanwhile, the media speculates that it really will cost much more. There was also pre-installation to fortify the banks of the Limmat where the monster would sit. Installation took place in April 2014. I took my great grandson to watch, at 7 years of age he could not believe what he saw! The crane will be removed and scrapped early in 2015 for many $$$, hopefully.
The café beside the crane has done a booming business and a ships horn installed at the base of one of the cathedral spires, startles as it booms loudly every week!
ODE TO THE HARBOR CRANE
I am all alone, and have no home.
On these cold nights, no one knows my plight.
The creaking and jangles keep my heart in tangles.
Woe, Rostock thought me so blessed, they never would have guessed.
Some love me, some hate me, they laugh and some kick me.
All my tears just add to my rust, there is no one left to trust.
In this disagreeable city, there is no pity.
An end this pain…………………… Goodbye
THE HARBOR CRANE
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