Big Ben

The Big Ben in his finest.

Ben strikes it numbers, its lonesome memories, and the glory England ultimately strived for.
The beauty it beholds within its volts and screws.
Loyalty and pride filled my senses as i stared upon the Great Big Ben.

Author's Note

What do you invision as you read this poem?

Reviews

[Confuser]

Loyalty and amazement to see and hear something so beautiful. I quite enjoyed it. Hope you keep writing. Thank you. It would almost become a ritual to hear that sound. What I wondered was, if it were to stop, would everyone notice? I think I would.

[lissalovesyou]

I envision...
A man.
Staring.
Staring up.
In awe.
Remembering.
Remembering his
"Loyalty and pride"

This poem is so...hmm...so....strong. And, I'm not sure why, but the first sentence is so powerful to me.
lissalovesyou:)

[James Hades]

I live in London and get to see Big Ben quite often. I thought your poem nicely reflected how every 'brit' feels when seeing it. The big ben is somewhat iconic to the history of england and the english pride. I love the 2nd line, it's an interesting notion to write about, in that there is such beauty behind the great glass and stone sculpture that indicates time. Behind what everyone sees, is something much greater than the whole, something much more beautiful than the outside. Keep writing, great stuff! :)

[Kasaundra]

WOW, i can see it striking the numbers one by one and everyone in England looking up at the clock. GREAT JOB!

[Julie Spade]

Applause for your enthusiasm, Kasaundra! You words really hit me hard (in a positive way) . Thank You !