We build
Ever higher
To breach the sky
This city in the clouds
City of privilege
Where feet rarely
Touch the ground
And hearts
Rarely
Touch each other
Tag: city
Wealth From A Golden Land
A man of the city
Standing
In an open land
Amber and azure
Wheat waist high
Scattered clouds
Dot the sky
Standing
In an open land
Amber and azure
Wheat waist high
Scattered clouds
Dot the sky
And I wonder
That I have never stood
In a field of grain
Ripened
Ready for harvest
This golden crop
The wealth which builds cities
Known to urbanites like me
Only as bread
Or an image on a cereal box
Picasso in Chicago
In a square
Of ramrod straight
Reaching for the sky
A cross high in the heavens
The people gather
In respite
For lunch and chatter
For solitude of thought
Beneath a steely gaze
Realized by mind
Unenamoured of the box
And so dwelt well outside it
Of ramrod straight
Reaching for the sky
A cross high in the heavens
The people gather
In respite
For lunch and chatter
For solitude of thought
Beneath a steely gaze
Realized by mind
Unenamoured of the box
And so dwelt well outside it
The city, the sea and the forest
Entwined with nature
The sea surrounding
The forest abutting
The mountains above
The sea surrounding
The forest abutting
The mountains above
Vancouver
Gateway
To the outdoors
Adventure’s
Threshold
My city
Diminutive ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #118
I like the cities best
When they seem small
Diminutive
When they seem small
Diminutive
Dwarfed by sky and clouds
Or in the mountain’s shadow
Some small dot upon the plain
Not so much larger
Than its inhabitants
Nor any one who on the streets
Looks up at towers looming
Considering what hands have built
In any way diminishes
The smallest human being
Bengali Tola
She runs
With utter abandon
She runs
Gangly limbs
All astrewn
Head rolled back
Now lolling
Side to side
She runs
Only for the joy
It seems
Of running
Down Bengali Tola
And as my camera
Finally finds her
She finds me
The Look
Forgive me
Young man
For startling you
With my camera
Young man
For startling you
With my camera
I heard
But did not hear
You exiting the door
And my eye
Was on a scooter
For which I’d waited
Cloudy Canvas
A million people carried on
Each inhabiting their own little world
Oblivious to the city lights
Painting impressionistic abstracts
On the night sky’s cloudy canvas
Each inhabiting their own little world
Oblivious to the city lights
Painting impressionistic abstracts
On the night sky’s cloudy canvas
Parallel Worlds
Travelling
I began to believe
In parallel worlds
I began to believe
In parallel worlds
Never did I suspect
So many realities
Could coexist
Seeming Small
I love a city
Which allows itself
To seem small
Which allows itself
To seem small
So that its setting
In all its glory
Becomes the tale
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