City Streets Poem by Tom Billsborough
City Streets
This is the City primeval with the murderous jams and the gridlock.
Canyons of noise, and yet silent souls, grey shadows of the twilight.
Stand the tall buildings, commanding obedience but rarely aesthetic,
Standing in blocks, like poker chips stacked, prepared for the gambles of humans.
Loud, loud the commuting traffic, conducted by lights, its discordant music,
Streams of metallic light sweeping the lonely to distant lonely suburbs.
That one just hit me straight in the chest. Canyons of noise and yes silent souls, gray shadows of the twilight What powerful images! ! ! It's the first time I have become aware of the connection between loud noise and loneliness. Something I will ponder more on. The last line almost breaks my heart I'm so glad I live in the wilderness surrounded by mountains, silence and wilderness. Brilliant poem Tom
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5/14/2024 3:51:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The soullessness of the noisy city street.Well done.