Twenty-Three Ways of Looking at Sydney - Year 11 Advance A English

Twenty-Three Ways of Looking at Sydney

(With Apologies to Wallace Stevens)

by Year 11 Advanced A English

I

Pneumatic.

Flares burn with chauvinistic love

Around the harbour.

Five rings waver against

The blackened emerald.

Whimsical.

II

The bestial member of a

lucifugous culture

Gather in the superficial light

Of a gnashing candelabra

On this restless night.

III

Malignant, marching, he encroaches

On a fan-forced impulse

Surging, supple toward civilised catastrophe.

IV

Ruby darkness lies in solitude,

Hanging in conspicuous luminescence...

Before it starts again.

V

A flawless view

A glistening horizon

The sun’s pulse streaming further

Infinite beauty, gleaming to the world

A serene morning, an endless nebula.

VI

People of Sydney,

Warm and energetic Sydney,

Our variety

Reflects upon our vigilance.

Our atmosphere glistening

Within the people of Sydney.

VII

Camouflaged behind the crimson montage

Of flamboyant eccentricities,

Enveloped within the crucifixion of

The vindictive adolescent describes the

Marvellous and colourful explosions that

Melt the darkness that swells

Beyond the distinctive vision of an arching

Metallic wonder.

VIII

The solitude houses that stretched across,

Veraciously speaking to me.

Tantalising my curiosity and

Enrapturing my heart and my jealousy.

IX

I breathed and the misty fog was there

Globules of sapphire rain cascade as the nebulous

Stream dissipates. Solemn I am.

X

Lucifer’s spreading canopy.

Vibrant, invigorating... tempting.

Growing parasite,

On God’s creation.

XI

The persevering sun,

It shines with determination of a new day.

Rays of vibrancy on early drops of dew.

The commuters, abrasive to one another,

The free, taking that extra superfluous five minutes

For the mediocre meals.

XII

As I walked down the streets of the city

The darkness crept all around.

Insignificance, the beast that strikes from all directions

Instilling fear to whomever dares enter its domain.

I glance up.

The buildings glanced down.

Leaving me speechless.

XIII

The molten blue solution buckles

And the white gazebos rock

Gently on the water.

XIV

The chirps of “Town-Hallers”

Are heard mellifluously by all

In its calamitous crowd.

XV

Vibrant voices of paranoid fans

Cascading through the cavernous stands.

XVI

I camp under

The aqua sky

Encapsulating an enigmatic feeling.

A feeling of serenity,

The moving clouds.

XVII

My mind and soul are trapped in Sydney.

I marvel at the distinctive city,

Curious of the inspiration

For the creator’s vision,

Embodied with plasticine.

XVIII

The skyline at night,

And indestructible smudge

Of glowing emotion.

XIX

Both euphony and discordance

Amongst nature’s cacophony.

Young souls permeate saltwater

In the Sydney sun.

XX

The burly bowler charges in,

The world is at peace.

XXI

Sydney salubrious, people uncovered.

The brew of humanity comes to full bubble

As we race around each other.

Contact.

XXII

Extravagant yet embracing modesty,

Freedom burning yet

Wildly snarled at,

Similarity is omnipotent yet no

Journey comfortable,

Volatility suppressed yet musty

Creed accepted.

All in one continuity.

XXIII

A weary ache of somnambulant limbs,

The city lurches to twilight,

Waiting for the child’s cry to

Pierce the cacophony of silence.