Concrete palms, they sway
Over rooftop swimming pools
And cocktails
Oh, how they sparkle
As taxis bicker
Miles below
The drains, they belch
Regarding my heady excess
Liberty frowns
Swatting those copter flies
Park bench heaving
Home for the night
I dream.
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Love the myriad personification references: Taxis bicker, drains belch. Simply evocative imagery!
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Thanks for reading and I’m glad you appreciated the imagery š
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And the city comes to life before my eyes! Awesome post.
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Thanks so much DragonSpark!
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I love the vivid description in this, especially the copter flies.
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Thanks Marcy! Pleased that you found the description effective š
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I like copter flies too. Very cool piece!
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Thanks Melanie!
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Some cities are just like that, almost another person on your travels.
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Absolutely, thanks for stopping by š
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fantastic imagery. well done!
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Thank you. I’m glad the imagery got you!
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Amazing! Really captures an urban landscape! “The drains, they belch.” Great line! TiV
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Thank you so much TiV! Delighted you liked my belchers – those drains definitely have digestion issues! š
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You’re welcome!!
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This was almost like a scene in a movie, starting out wide-angled, taking in all the scenery, then focusing in on the bench. Beautiful!
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Wow, thanks for the amazing comment Silverleaf. Glad you got the downward spiral to the bench.
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Lovely imagery! Nicely done. š
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Thanks Suzanne!
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Love the sweeping scope of your poem, GD. I also love the idea of taxis bickering. I had a hard time picturing the swaying of concrete trees though, even with the phrase “I dream” at the end.
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Hi Nate, thanks for the awesome comment/feedback. Noted re concrete palms. I guess always think of hotels with rooftop pool bars as being just about the closest thing to the tropical beach in NYC, hence where the palm tree/ugly skyscraper reference started. The image itself is meant to be surreal – along with liberty & her flies, taxis bickering etc as seen through a broken mind. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Oh, wow. There is such great imagery here, like taxis bickering! Individually, the lines sing but together they kinda swoon. I love that.
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Hey Meg. I love “swoon” that sums up the oppressive lilt of the city on the park bench perfectly. Thanks for commenting!
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I noticed your “homeless” tag and then re-read it from that perspective. It definitely lends itself to a new interpretation when read that way.
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Thanks Cynk. Yes, I can see that without that tag it might be hard to pick up the oppressive feel of city life bottom up that I was hoping for. Thanks for reading and for your thoughtful feedback.
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Wonderful images. I was right there. Well done.
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Thanks so much for your lovely comment.
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