Canyon

Prose

 

 

Canyons

 

The city streets bustles with the flow of the suburban rush

The rush that was the morning quite is no more

Rain in sheets spares with the body human looking for ground

Soaking the inhabitants in due course

 

The wanton rage of wind and rain combine to shiver and freeze

A look of disbelieve that moves the soul with effort

To journey the canyons 6f time not returned

Looking forward to their release moments away

 

The day starts amidst the tangled structure of life

People dreaming their way to work

Finding solitude where hope can spring anew

Over coming the tasks set to disavowal

 

Yellow boxes dispatching their fairs to lumber on to another

Traffic coasting to start again

Lights green and red setting the pace of activity

The rain continues if not more so

 

The gray of buildings draw out any enthusiasm there in

Damp now are the spirits of the defenders of tasks

Little is the want to preserve the need for work

Only thought can bring back the reason for coming

Reviews

[Phibby Venable]

aaah..now I am sleepy & want to go home! It is the soldier that continues
through the rain that wins.


i love this:

The day starts amidst the tangled structure of life

People dreaming their way to work

it makes me feel both tired and hopeful. Excellent poem.

[Greg the Bard]

Thanks for the review and great advise fronm your father. I will keep him in my prayers. It's good too hear from you. I hope this note finds you in good health. Your Great Friend Gary the Bard.

[Valentine]

Gee,, I have worked many places and ffor different publishers but never have I felt like I did not wantt o be on my job,,My daddy always said..."treat the place as if you personally owned it and you will do well and be promoted"..He was 100% correct.. but then my dad always was..God bless..Valentine