Heaven And Hell On Earth

 

Looking over the horizon

I can see forever

Forming in the ridges

Of the mountain’s skyline,

It is the antidote

To the poison of city life.

Don’t get me wrong,

This concrete jungle is my home

But I still need time

To catch my breath.

 

How can I speak

If I can’t breathe?

How can I be

If I can’t speak?

 

The trickle down theory

Is rendered useless

When the crimson flow

Needs to be steady.

Without the freedom of open veins

To guide my way

I am assured a one-way ticket

To the four corners of hell.

Reviews

[THERISA]

One person's Hell
Is another haven
Fact
We seem to forget
In our rush through life.

Guess
I'm a city gal
At heart.

Willing to take
In small doses
The countryside
With it's dusty gravel roads.

Thank you, for sharing this poem with us, Dale. :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

very good use of words you catch the readers attention and hold it till the end.

[mcg03002]

I love it! Do you write songs?

[Bud]

Often we find, if one should look, the trickle can instantaneously become a waterfall... Without breath, there is no life. Without life... ? Outstanding.

[Coyote Poetry]

The peace of the city far away. A excellent poem. I left the city and do my best to keep a distance. A excellent poem. I like your story in the poem. Thank you.
coyote

[just rose.]

This is so authentically expressed. I live in the urban jungle too, and there is a little space of green in the middle of it all ... my sanctuary. I love especially here the crimson flow/needs to be steady. Great poem.

[Jenny Nelson]

Wow. Do I ever feel you here! I love it! It really says it all in such a few simple but perfectly choosen words. The poem leads wonderfully up to the last stanza, which is spot on!

[Tina Kline]

I really like this and I so agree with it. I need the wildness to escape too as well. A outstanding and wonderful poem.

[Georgia Gypsy]

The convienience of city life out weighs the advantage of country life....for me, i think a city would clog my creativity to a large degree....to never hear the crickets, or see how dark the world is when there are no streetlights....give me a dirt road any day of the week!!!
that is what keeps my veins flowing, that and great friends!!!

[Tracie Skarbo]

oooo this is great... I love it! I love the wide open spaces that allow me to capture the words upon the page. Glad your crimson flow is steady and your words are like a river...

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem is very descriptive and it allows me to picture what you are talking about. I feel the same way. There are many time I just need to escape the hustle of life whether it be head to a friends for a night a way or a vacation. Great job.