Cityscape ( istock photo)
Feeling jaded today and this poem reflects my mood. I have posted it on One Shot Wednesday – thank goodness One Stop Poetry keeps me grinding along.
Cityscape
Architectural hubris,
Thrusting concrete and glass
Dwarfing the merely human to
Wander at their feet, buffeted by
Skyscraper generated gales .
Constant shadow stalks ground level,
Cast by blind-eyed walls.
Streets where ambition walks
And greed prevails.
Dry mouths stretch in
Endless howl for
Lost souls.
We all have days of urban bleakness caught well here
thank you John…it seems a waste of a sunny day to be so glum though, so I’m working on an antidote!
the dry mouthed howl…nice touch of the feel of a city at times…well written and evocative…
thank you Brian – a drop of rain would help right now!
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
TS Eliot – The Wasteland (I.60-68)
Thank you Dan – I bow to the master…I can only take The Wasteland in small chunks though.
Oh I like this piece, Sally, excellent.
Thank you – glad you enjoyed it and thanks for commenting.
A haunting testament to the bleak rise of the urban sprawl…it can indeed feel quite draining, these things wrought of man’s own arrogance and need, no? May be wrought of a poor mood, but a wonderful write regardless, very image intensive.
Thank you Chris…sometimes a bad mood has its advantages.
“Streets where ambition walks”
For some reason, that line is really captivating to me.
Glad you like it – it makes me feel good that my grouping of simple words can mean something to someone else. Thank you for commenting.