City Blueprint for a Country Bard

City Blueprint for a Country Bard

 

 

bridges, tenement walls

five story blues

and hues of forming words

citified verses

street corner curses

Underwood carriages carrying convalescing poets

from one block of print to the next

a city of vandals stealing thoughts of others

even before they ever find parchment

 

while parched minds

leak ink onto pavement peripheries 

 

trying to find a quiet shade of grass

to think nothing 

 

 

just ...

nothing.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/8/18

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Your city needs you.
Meditate that noise away. You are now in the country, silence surrounds you.
Miles and miles of nothing. Start writing.
Okay, all this calmness is freaking me out. I'm just a city boy. Give me noise, and plenty of it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha, thanks Paul...i grew up in the city, but always loved the country more...Vermont spoiled me.
j.

[Ghost]

That is city life to a point... you found the words to capture the sorrow of wanting to be out of the city to country life.. Thanks for sharing

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ghost.
j.

[BlackRose]

Aaah city life, with all that's around just a walk or short distance away. The city full of inspiration, that the mind so to speak 'never sleeps'. A far opposite from the calm of rural life, the peacefulness, surrounded with all of it's greenery and what not. Greatly depicted of all of what the city offers and to be seen.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, BlackRose.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

The city with its noise, bustle, lack of nature, non stop 24 hour a day, is a sharp contrast to country life. I can no longer breathe in the city, need green around me to inspire me and motivate me.

trying to find a quiet shade of grass
to think nothing

just ..
nothing

How can you think nothing with all that non-stop going on around you? Almost impossible, I would say.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, pretty impossible...and surely was back in NY...we had so few trees and such little grass...one tree and square of grass per block...lots of cement...and NOISE...:)
thank you...
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

City speak, city thought....not quite as pretty as country poetry. Thing is, those in the country dream of the hubbub of the city and those in the city long for the wide open spaces. Are we ever truly happy? We have to write what we live...and find a spot to do it where ever we are. LydI**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we are always happier where we are not..so it seems...thank you, Lydi.
j.

[AYVID N]

It can be bewildering for the bard...The dark, rough elements of city life...

Indeed, living so neck to neck with others makes stealing all the more easy!

This poem is so replete with beautiful metaphors.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, DIVYA.
j.

[AYVID N]

You are welcome sir!