^ PULSE ^

 

In vibrant visions of streets gone mad
beats the pulse of entrapment
Is it heaven
or is it hell?
no one knows; no one can tell

And the pulse it has ground control
powered through lights of a 5th dimension
with fingers, pointing, pointing!
in all directions, it divides; then multiplies
beyond anyone's comprehension
subliminal thoughts of wild intention
lending its knowledge of mass confusion

 

And where do all the people go?
before and after present footsteps
pounding soiled pavement
needing no down payment
to purchase and possess
this big bright mess of urban decay

 

And it's still there, still there!
following with its sneaky infusion
below the threshold of their awarness
and the pulse, it beats on, beats on, beats on....

Reviews

[Devons]

There is electricity running through this poem just like that which feeds the neon lights of the cityscape. But it depicts the illumination in terms of the superficial materialist culture it represents, and the dazzling tawdriness which camouflages what's hidden beneath.
These opening lines are excellent:
"In vibrant visions of streets gone mad
beats the pulse of entrapment"
I really like that, it captures the entire essence of the piece with impact from the start. In fact, I would have been tempted to call the poem "The Pulse Of Entrapment", but that's a matter of opinion...
And a close second for favourite lines is:
"to purchase and possess
this big bright mess of urban decay"
A very good piece, with an equally good thematic interpretation of the image, bringing it to life and meaning.

[barleygirl]

This is superb word crafting with popping wordplay. This is a brilliant observation in so few words: "it divides; then multiplies" . . . a bunch of stuff comes to mind, mainly how we are being divided as the virus multiplies . . . great juxtaposition! Also V3 conveys brilliant observations which are outside my realm of experience (boondocks) but I can picture & feel it becuz of how you say it. It's hard not to associate "Pulse" with the FL nightclub massacre, which kinds gives this poem a background hint of disaster looming (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Margie..for reading
I always appreciate your words &
in-depth reviews ..be safe..😄

[Chris Shaw]

Although this poem was one written many years ago, it is so relevant in these troubled times. I saw empty streets, devoid of people, taking refuge in their homes. Social distancing, quietness and fear. A good read Fran Marie. A poem which can be read on many levels.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Chris
I so appreciate
your reading
this and for
the review
do take care

[Pete]

interesting that i came across this at this time of pandemic. there's certainly a lot of pulse taking going on presently. have never been a big fan of the city. decay indeed. very cleverly stated ... :)

[Fran Marie]

thanks Pete.
I. s o appreciate your
reviews..stay well
and take care;

[NotUsinganymore]

Very interesting take on urban society. I enjoyed this. c:

[Fran Marie]

Thanks so very much;

[NotUsinganymore]

You're welome. c:

[Rania M]

I love this description of urban decay. People coming. People going. Leaving dirt and decay in their wake. I wonder how many decades or even centuries old are the sewage systems of many of our major cities and I cringe when I think of it! What beasts must fester in there! No surprise the death and disease.
You created lovely visuals here dear Fran.
Love
~ Rania

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Rania..theres
no telling how many
germs exist ..pretty
nasty stuff when you
think about it..eons
of decay..i appreciate
your reviews on.my poetry

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Urban decay, everyone moving from the cities, as they decline...and yet, they rebuild.
I agree with Gee about the crystal ball...
because here we are experiencing a different type of decay.
and apparently we are going to have to do a lot of rebuilding...a lot.
I also relate to this considering i spent my youth in Bronx in the fifties...and years later after we left and moved to the midwest, the city began a downswing of decay, gangs...hell, we used to ride the subway all the time...it was safe...
that became a no-no....we spent so much time in Central Park...I used to go across from our apartment on Sedgwick Avenue to the park across the street by myself when i was five...
things certainly go through cycles.
we are in one now that is so scary...but eventually it will stop, and we will start on an upswing.
your write is timely, then and now.
j.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Jacob for your
thoughts ..that was a
better time the 50 s and 60 s
for sure ..when the world seemed
a bit safer and a lot kinder..this
is an entrapment we all are caught
In..a scary cycle with wheels ever
turning in an unknown direction
hope we see that upswing soon
appreciate your review on this poem

[Gee]

How apt this as the pandemic has the world in lockdown, trapped in our homes.
Written 10 years ago...do you have a Crystal ball ?
Hope you are safe and well Fran Marie

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Gee..ha..no crystal ball
here..just seems the harsh realities
of life just keep repeating itself and
we find ourselves amid the mass confusion once again..im find and
do take care of youself..

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

That sanction of the daring will always be there, however you prove that not only can we fight but that we shall, well done, good read.

[Fran Marie]

thanks Thomas..
true..we will always
fight the good fight
thanks ever so muchread morethanks Thomas..
true..we will always
fight the good fight
thanks ever so much
for reading and the review;
I so appreciate

[Lydia Shutter]

It does seem like this virus is going on and on and the longer it stays, the more people try to place the blame on its spread somewhere....or on someone. Very well written. Lydi**

[Fran Marie]

thanks dear Lydi
yes there will always
be fingers pointing .
.blaming..though I wrote
this almost 10 years ago
it still applies these days
as we are an entrapped
society of one thing or
another..stay well

[Lydia Shutter]

The more things change, the more they stay the same!

[Patricia Wedel]

As we weave our way through this maize of confusion, we are walking on stones of uncertainty.
read moreAs we weave our way through this maize of confusion, we are walking on stones of uncertainty.
The wisdom of mature students of many fields of medicine and democracy are sharing knowledge of handling the surreal circumstances. Divine intervention will be our partner in the path to recovery. Your poetry is a Mosaic of solemn creative
medical renaissance. truly, Pat

[Sachi Ruaya]

Such a beautiful heart fallen tone. A science fiction empowerment resides in my mind! The reader's emotions are played out with the poem itself. Such simplicity with an undertone of such complexity. A bitter truth with!

With such perception, is entrapment in our society really good (heaven) or hell (bad)? How do we determine what's "good" or what's "bad"? It is a reflection of how we are aware of our own entrapment in this society.

Great poem! And thank you for your submission to A Poetic Canvas of Reflection & Observance.

Sachiko
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[Fran Marie]

Thanks Sachiko..so very much for reviewing my poetry
I so appreciate it..☺

[Sachi Ruaya]

No worries! Happy writing!

Sachiko