Photography by Artist, Jasper James
I am the face of the city,
eyes pressed into morning
holding my breath.
Alarm clocks pound migraine drums
through my head to announce the rise and whine
of humans crawling into a new day.
With a bold broom
sunlight sweeps my doorsteps
into moldy gray glitter so
caffeinated souls can see
what they can’t feel.
Vehicles begin their rumble crawl
in asthmatic gasps of engine and oil
through streets hatching across my ribs.
In the widening iris of hours
I exhale yesterday’s weight
and breathe in the hope
today’s politics won’t cripple me.
I know, right? We live in the proverbial interesting times. Love your new header!
ReplyDeleteOh yes! Amazing language and imagery in that. So good!!! I'd have to quote every stanza.
ReplyDeleteYour new blog header is AMAZING! Wonderful description of city life. I so identify with the last stanza!!
ReplyDeleteAh, the big city! You describe it well .....
ReplyDeleteI do not miss the days of living and working in the city. Your poem vividly recalls why, especially the 2nd stanza. Absolutely the worst time of the day was when the alarm went off!
ReplyDeletePerfect rendering of the city waking up. I hated too the harsh "Alarm clocks pound migraine drums" but now that we are both retired we hardly ever set the alarm.
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through my head
Each stanza is a powerful poetic force but that final one is stunning! An amazing poem my friend!!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteExpertly written, "caffeinated souls can see what they can't feel", me every morning! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThose last few lines are an extremely potent image - go to the top of the class! lol
ReplyDeleteSusie, that last stanza is brilliant.
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