Iota of lives trapped...

As I walk alone in dimly lit streets at night,
I am brimming with gratitude.
Magnanimous is the darkness which blankets me
and more so my darker mind.
I lay myself at its feet,
it embraces me as i am.
Qualms triggered by convoluted social deceptions,
more exposed in broad daylight
                          now are in phlegmatic somnolence, putting me at ease.
           
I can feel my heart whimper,
oh! no not tonight.. we are not conversing now, sweet heart.
Let me stretch out my mind, embrace the breath of edifices
        standing tall around me, their shadows sleeping at                                                                                                      my feet.
Next time any of you are stranded with that b***h called loneliness,
just remember these seemingly imposing facades staring back at you.
Gift them more than a fleeting glance.

As I do now...

I think of the hands which piled these bricks,
plastered them together with their thoughts.
Every mute building breathes the lives which built them.
What lays now safe amidst the walls of these silent behemoths,
is so much different from what built them;
A wild freedom sparked with the psyches that constructed them.
With fabricated walls standing tall in fiery elegance,
all is a feigned cloistered secret, in an attempt at keeping lives private.

I can smell every drop of human sweat muffled in plaster now.
Immense it is to feel,
an overbearing presence of fragments of dreams, aspirations, small talks
of fellow humans who have constructed a testimony of lives they have lived.
I know I am not alone as i walk this path,
a mere iota of the lives of these buildings' creators
has fallen off into my bare hands today befriending me.

Yet 
What humankind has left as a symbol
of their feet having touched the terra firma
upon which my musings trail now....

Fabrications as lonely as perhaps they were,
calling out to dilapidated souls, such as i, who oft walk these streets alone.





             

Author's Note

I thank with all sincerity My very good friends Jennie wren and Jibey for their effort and time as they read this poem and pointed out some errors i had made.I have made the corrections accordingly.A special thanks to Jennie wren...i couldn't have completed this write without her.

Reviews

[dovetailer]

we were in Venice on night...we were the last gondola on the water...100 Euros bought me a ghostly glide through the hulking buildings along the canals...silence except for the waves lapping the buttresses and moorings... the moon shone on the water and the shadows were cool and dark...it was so restive...so soothing...passing through the shadows cast be buildings erected hundreds of years ago...then, a hotbed of industry and bustle...now a silent keeper of secrets...I know what you feel as you walk the streets...safe...inconspicuous...able to afford to let your soul out of the cage to soar in the darkness...free to spin this wonderful tale of absolution of all that makes your "heart whimper"...
I know you have many fears and anxieties...but they give your writing a purity and an urgency that I lack most of the time...

[Lydia Blackwell]

oh- I love these gritty, earthy, real writes! This is why I love poetry. No butterflies or puppy dogs here.... lol! You are quite gifted! Good write. Amazing insight. I have a passion for architecture too and the insides of old buildings. I like when you can almost feel the spirits linger....

[JENY]

a very different and creative theme..
This poem presents readers…
With a new angle of perception into realities….
Loved it so much

[Randolf Ramos]

YOure strong in nature as I could see in your poems!
You were sorrounded with darkness but amidst that darkness you could see light flickering.
Keep it up
We need a strong soul in this wicked world.

[Ry]

Beautiful. I love "I can feel my heart whimper,
oh! no not tonight.. we are not conversing now, sweet heart." The two lines show a connection between the heart and the human. Affectionate.

I can totally relate. I'm speechless. Beautiful.

[Ladysue]

This is so deep and so moving. A really imaginative and creative piece of writing. So well written... excellent poem...

[Marie Harrison]

So many descriptions of being alone. I felt lonely reading it. I think I try to escape my loneliness so often. Thanks for sharing. Beautiful poem!

[Brad]

damn....talk about walking around like a raw nerve and sensing every single action and scent within and without...bravo!!!

[Alicante lullaby]

tall,tall piece...everything around us has a story...even thing hasa degree of life only its ppl like you who learn to capture the rapture of that particular moment into which life inside that things brims to its prime...
btw where were you at the pyramids of Gaza.

[Bubo]

Imaginative..........when we feel so alone and the world sleeps, we pass by so many countless buildings never thinking of their beginnings, or the lives they have held......your poem breathed life into every building built, for every purpose, and sometimes the best times are those where we feel free, just walking, releasing every struggle and clearly see how world..........fantastic descriptions, and reminds me of when I see our very old buildings in the city.........my favourite being the Tower of London, steeped in mystery and history.Thank you so much for sharing this write.........you are a wonderful poet.

[the_stoic]

well well !! what do we have here ! this is kinda psychedelic drug for me . i am really thinking of staring at the edifices from now on ! one thing i can be sure of is this - this is real , you were there .. in that street all alone . i am saying all this cause i feel this write gives a new hope to lonely souls like me to have a new outlook .. this is all i had to say cause as for the write , well you already know by the reviews :) thanks for sharing and sorry if this had an iota of stupidity in it !