“streetlight uprising”
broken glass morning,
sirens chewing the edges of the block,
someone yelling run though no one moves,
a kid kicking a dented can like it owes him a future.
I catch a phrase on a peeling flyer:
“don’t wait for the sky to open itself”
and it hits like a shove between the ribs.
traffic lights blink their warnings,
a bus exhales smoke like a tired prophet,
and every passerby looks wired to burst—
not from fear, but from the pressure of wanting more
than this cracked‑pavement destiny.
a girl with chipped nail polish
shouts into the wind:
“if they won’t listen, make them feel it”
and the street seems to vibrate with her.
someone slams a door,
someone else laughs too loud,
and suddenly the whole block feels like
it’s about to leap out of its own skin—
a raw, rising surge,
a dare,
a spark catching on the edge of the hour.
and in that moment,
every heartbeat around me
sounds like a rallying cry
trying to break free of the throat.
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much enjoyed the read my friend
Most grateful dear Norman🙏🕊️
most welcome
As a small piece of what surrounds us we are moved by it. Social behavior is often ignited by a small spark where one voice can make a difference. We are drifting in strong tides and currents often invisible to the eye but felt and carried along with them to places we never imagined. A lovely write my friend and a fave
Who gets to be the voice! We are a strange specie 🙏🕊️
Yes each of us has a voice and a responsibility to speak it.
Excellent read, great detail.
Thanks Katie B 🙏🕊️
Rik, this is one heck of a poem. The entire piece feels electrically charged…like a neighborhood holding its breath right before something finally snaps loose. There’s anger here, but also hunger…a desperate need for something bigger than survival. Powerful write, my friend...and love the song pairing. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
So glad that pairing worked out. Cathartic in a way. Thanks, Tittu 🙏🕊️
Good write A.
Thanks O.
I must apologize; I read your poem a couple of hours ago and somehow forgot to comment on your excellent poem. Your poem explores themes of urban existence, social unrest, and the human desire for more than a predetermined fate. It reflects on the stark reality of life in a city marked by violence and apathy while also showcasing the potential for empowerment and liberation through collective emotion and action.
Many thanks for your kind words. Better late than never, as it has been said. Most grateful 🙏🕊️
You're so welcome, my friend🌹
Reminds me of Jimmy Stewart in 'Rear Window'. Watching the Residents throughout the day. Which brings me to Grace Kelly: but that's another matter entirely.
Good Write as always.
Oh, movie nights and sentimental journeys! Bring out the popcorn and fizz 🕊️🙏
Wow amazing.Reminds me of a rock concert.The excitement builds from the start. Very dramatic.Excellent.I loved the "tired prophet" simile compadre
Hehe... every poet had a tired prophet phase... old souls the lot of 'em 🕊️🙏
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