Cities

Stan Rodriguez

They scar the country with prejudice, not paradise,

oblivious to the currents that light the evening skies

 

Stone monuments sometimes of steel,

cold and perverse—they climb and steal the very light of day

 

The dandelions, they claim the prize that line the street

and gutter ways—the cement fields of want and play

 

Bricks of orange and of red consort with peeling wood

that’s dead—a haven for the pests that stay

and share this metropolitan today

 

and in convenience vibrato do we hear

the noise that’s softly playing in our structured ears.

 

Monoliths that pierce the skies with their heads

they sigh and cry—peering through the hazy fog

that won’t hide them—not at all

 

and discipline is out of line, corrupting the senses

of the mind—making us wish that there was time

to move away from here.

  • Author: Estanislao Rodriguez-Cuevas (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2018 14:42
  • Comment from author about the poem: I've lived in cities all my life... I love them - but they can become a little much--sometimes.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 36
  • User favorite of this poem: Heartwriter.
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Comments3

  • Heartwriter

    I loved this. Really brought you into the picture. Nicely done !

    • Stan Rodriguez

      your response to my poem means a lot - thank you

      • Heartwriter

        Your most welcome!

      • Goldfinch60

        Very good write. I do not think that I could live in a city as the natural world is too important for me.
        Welcome to MPS.

        • Stan Rodriguez

          thank you for your comments - they a truly appreciated.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Some of the phrasing you use about cities compels reassessment of their claim to be paradise - - your words paint a stark picture for readers to think on - - an engaging read Stan with a forceful last line - - wishing to move and making time has been on the mind of many a citizen living in monoliths and choices are made but it has always been rural for me. A perceptive piece of excellent prose.



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