I started writing the following poem with a specific title in mind “TheSorrow Of LonelyPoet” it was not about anyone but about a place. Then Ithrew away all that came to my mind and wrote something entirelydifferent. As a feeling came to my mind I haven’t reached that point ofmy life to really write such a poem about that place. Every givenmoment I am becoming more and more stubborn to be there. I really don’tknow why… maybe because of that it became a life mission to bethere.. until I write that poem, you all enjoy…note it, that will bethe last poem of mine you all will ever read.
Where the hell are my lucky stars?
From far away dusts of city seen,
And in the mind those streets imagined,
Those city stores bustling with people wandering,
Some busy in life filled with dynamics,
Some restless in life predefined.
Dreams about life around the city seen,
Oh they chaos about that life never imagined,
Pictures and videos give more than the eyes,
Calm, quite those pictures merge in the soul.
What gained and what lost soul ever known.
How many time through those road walked,
How many familiar faces turned away,
How many wonderful moments missed,
Still life went on in paths familiar,
But lost in cause and spirit.
How many more wonders those alleys hold?
Still looking for heartbeat in a lifeless entity,
The snail paced traffic, the frustrated faces,
The smell of dust and smoke all in union,
Makes the feeling of life in an entity never born.
Imagined what it will be in the city without people,
Oh’ the silence that may come shivered,
The depths of mind which left a freeze all over,
The lifeless nature of the city first felt,
Then life of the city felt upon the face the uncaring minds.
Once more went far, far away with the understanding,
The city means nothing without the wilderness of mankind,
Chaotic and polluted the city maybe,
Still the wonderful feeling I always feel, when standing,
In the middle of all the chaos and smell of killer smoke,
As part of the life giving force of the city I am,
As lifeless without people the city will be.
This was deep wow my mind is still playing catchup even as I am typing now… These lines to me suggest more of the same busy life styles and human habbits… This is really good I just think I would be better served to go and read it again… OK I am back and upon second reading of this powerful peace I am left to wonder.. What city are you speaking of? I know that its a metaphor from the beginning but Im just still not sure all that I know is that there is a lot to be loved about this very powerful peice… Thanks for sharing this with us…
so why will it be the last us all will ever read from your stuff????
Oh’ the silence that may come shivered,
The depths of mind which left a freeze all over,
I love those lines!
this is brilliant! you have created a story poem filled to the brim with emotion, innuendo and metaphor…this isn’t a real city, is it? or is it? with your pen you paint a vivid rich picture filled with heartfelt emotion; another winner, WOW.
sage
I love the city because of the busyness and fast-pacedness. =D i loved this.
“…killer smoke” That’s a really good way of describing it.
And where are *my* lucky stars?!?!?!
This reminds me of a terrible homesickness.
Beautifully written.
this reminds me of those who never vary from the path most taken…what treasures you can find when you take the road less traveled…..
donna
thanks for writing and for sharing. you will be missed my friend. always, Kimmie*