steel and brick skyline

A song

Crosstown traffic unwinds beneath the lights

Affording my mind needed time

Things I should have considered

Before this town sank its claws into me

It's like a secret festering in the alley

The cold steel facts don't mean anything

On the outside

Where I'm cool and crusted over

Like bricks on the skyline

I feel my skin and remember

When It felt like mine

Maybe in someone else's life

Maybe in some other part of town

This could have been expected

But I'm on the inside

And the concrete and the asphalt

Won't yield at the exit signs

Crosstown traffic unwinds beneath the lights

Affording my mind needed time

Windshield wiper blades in time with the radio

The rain is picking up and there's nowhere to go

And just like the rest of me

This ain't no place where anyone respectable should be

Maybe I'll just drive

Stay behind the wheel and ride

This whole world is just one big city

Tied together by all these streets

Maybe I'll find mine

Between the raindrops and the wiper blades keeping time

Out on the skyline

This steel and brick skyline

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

There is an easiness about your writing that creates epics out of the smallest words and it is done with a delightful charm. Of all the writers here Silver I'm beginning to be envious of you.

[Beccy]

Fabulous imagery conveyed in this poem. I live in a medium sized town, on the outskirts, in a part of the town which was more of a village when I was a child. Over the years it has been encroached upon by the seemingly never ending spread of suburbia, which I would rather not have happened as I prefer the countryside over the city every time.

Beccy

[Frieda P]

Big cities are either inspiring or can zap your energy, there's a real feeling of losing perspective in this read. Missed reading your writing x....as always, outstanding.

[John Anderson]

A unique and beautifully expressed poem. This is very nicely written

[Rita L. Sev]

Some great imagery in this piece, Xavier. A sense of searching for the warmth amid the hard, cold concrete...

[AYVID N]

Vivid images of an urban concrete jungle and the human spirit being crushed under its load. The faceless impersonal existence finally gets to us. A fabulous narration from you.

[Corset]

wonderful imagery, you have a "double negative" in stanza line "This ain't no place where anyone respectable should be" but we don't need no stinking punctuation, I think it adds to the rustic, bluesy feel of the write, wonderful.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Xavier, this would make an excellent melody. Beautifully descriptive and captivating. Everyone can identify with with these lines. Great write!

[Lyn Anderson]

Gorgeous imagery here and wonderful title. You might want to return the favour every once in a while :)