Reflections In The Glass Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Reflections In The Glass
I see the sagging concrete walls
Of tenements and tower blocks,
All daubed with tags they grimly bear
The badges of our age,
Each one defaced and yet they stand
As relics of this desperate time,
We're rodents trapped behind the bars
Confined within this cage.
I see myself yet close my eyes
For I was never part of this,
I was my hands of what's become
Of this the land I live,
Where paths are stained with gum and filth
And lead in circles no escape,
We tread the wheel that slowly turns
Yet freedom cannot give.
I see the boarded shops and stores
Which lie deserted and to let,
Bereft of life they once did thrive
But now those times have gone,
For which the wood was sacrificed
So too the meadows and the fields,
If I'd the choice I know which scene
I'd sooner gaze upon.
I see the old who have no hope
The youths without a place to go,
And hungry beggars on the streets
Through which the traffic pass,
No green to break the slabs of grey
Nor halt the march of urban blight,
A cancer that now lies amidst
Reflections in the glass.
I was only looking around our town centre here in Derby to see the same things happening. Shops closed, even in a new shopping centre, already on their way to looking bereft and discarded. The race of greed, the race to make money, the race to beat everyone else at whatever is up for grabs. So sad, a declining society with no where to go. Very well composed, all the components are there to describe it all. Excellently produced. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Amazing, you made me long for the times of yesteryear. The images are so vivid i felt as if i was 'seeing' the scenery thru your eyes. A tribute to the times gone and what is becoming of our world now. Thank you for sharing. I will be back. :)
I'm more of a country girl myself.. Wow.. what an unbelievable piece.. every line was as if I was seeing your words in picture form.. I'm glad I read! Take care Wendy
your poem is a good reflection of your nature loving poet's heart...thanks...10
A reflection of modern day living, so hard and bleak. You are a country boy at heart I think, not for you the tower blocks and concrete jungle, Great write 10 Lynda xx
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/15/2024 10:59:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
And you know if you look into any corner of any city, this is so fitting.. Written from within your caring heart.....