Remember the City: A Poem


Blinking city lights like heavy eyes,

Capture moments underneath these skies.

I'll burn the imagery into my brain,

It's seared in neurons, memory without pain.

The castles in the sky rise like giants or even terrifying ghosts,

But the moon casts a hopeful glow, transforming them into flying hosts.

Come walk the lonely, cold streets by my shivering side,

We'll walk the fine line between reality and fantasy, in either a crawl or a glide.

As flowers bloom in peculiar places between concrete and grass,

The litter blows in familar patterns,the sparkling pavement reflects like glass.

Maybe we'll comprehend this strange, unnatural place,

If we turn towards home and keep a steady step of pace.

As we curl up with a warm blanket and a sentimental dream,

We will suddenly remember that life can be more than it seems...

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5 years ago

The photo looks a bit like Vegas.

Interesting paradigm between reality and fantasy, mirroring the artificial world of the city.

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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

f, I can always count on you to understand my poems and summarize them with eloquent words. Thank you for contribution and addition to my hubs.

5 years ago

Re-reading the poem, I see that 'home' definitely doesn't seem to be the city! Like, whatever the advantages of NYC or LA, to be at home there for some ppl is hard, if they are basically not city people. Blessings.

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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Well, I'm definitely not a city person. I like to visit them or live near them, but living in one is not my favorite.

5 years ago

I see. I think you also said in some ways you don't want to stay permanently in a country area, either.

I guess you win some, you lose some. Country has more peace, nearer nature, probably more amenable churches. City has more fashion, more choice, more work.


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

I think if I had friends here then I wouldn't mind the small town atmosphere. It's really more of a 'family' town. Most people here are married with kids or about to get married; I can't relate to them at all.

5 years ago

Well, you never know, you might meet someone, e.g., in church. Blessings.

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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

It is possible that that could happen, but not probably considering the size of my town and church.

5 years ago

I see; kind of small, then, I guess. Blessings.

3 years ago

Hi Ms Erin, I re-read this poem. Kind of makes me think of LA, 'the city that never sleeps', that sometimes builds condos without kitchens because the lifestyle is so busy that everyone eats out, where night and day merge, where light projects and refracts darkness, physically, metaphorically. (But I guess if it's a career in modeling that you're exploring, LA is the sort of place a chic woman needs to feel reasonably comfortable in, with Hollywood there, etc.) Blessings.

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