Poem -
~City Strife~
So gently, so deceptively,
The touch of wind
Through spires
Across city horizons
And into the kith and kin
Of lightly flourishing
Delicacies
Of sin
Where families so
Separated
Barely remember
One another,
With blood lines corrupted
By the traffic
Of insanity's eventuality
Driven into the soul of brothers
And of sisters,
Weeping,
At the loss of quieter times
Where the wind
Through treetops and spires
Is forgotten
And buried
In this,
Most blinding
And fast paced,
City strife...
Tony Taylor
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Hi Tony, with the pace of modern life and city life, I understand the line "where families so sperated barely remember each other". In my home we can all be in separate rooms glued to our screens hardly interacting.
Things used to be so different in quieter times. Families used to talk more and interact.
Great write - Syd
YAY!! SYD!!.,..I feel so honored when you write on a poem of mine!!....I know you leave stars and likes and stuff..... but this is a pleasant surprise my friend......I know what you mean..... since the internet arrived there is like "a serious drop off" of personal communication (or face-time) occurring between families and colleagues!!.... it's a nightmare, especially in cities, I can't seem to wake up man!!...... sucks!...... good lookin' out brother!!..... peace...T xo ?✳✴☀♥?
Thanks Tony, the pleasure was mine. The only reason I don't comment as often is for fear of misinterpreting the poem. You know me....Sometimes I just sits lol.
Take care - Syd xo
I get it!!... stay cool brother!!.....?
Love this just love it!
Congratulations... You made my year lol ?
Wow!!.....thanx Noel!!...... so glad I didn't miss this.....kinda snuck by me..... but I'm not quite sure what you meant by "You made my year" comment?..... anyway, thanx for making me smile my friend......T xo ?✳✴☀♥?
My Dear Brother Poet Tony,
Sorry I'm a little late responding to this, but I misplaced it with some of my poems. As usual, it has moved me deeply. So, I give you this poem in its response, about a TV commercial I have never forgotten. Also, thank you for improving my etymology today, with your use of the word "kith", which until now, was unknown to me.
One of the most heart wrenching TV commercials
That I have ever seen
Was one from the nineteen seventies
With an Indian crying by a stream
.
For what once was pure and beautiful
Was inundated with Mans' refuse
As tears cascaded down his wettened cheeks
His soul wept for Mother Natures' abuse
.
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx
Thanx Dear Brother Poet LARRY!!
Always a pleasure to hear from you...... glad to oblige with the "kith" contribution (smiles).... By the way I remember 'with complete clarity' just how memorable and profound that commercial with the crying indian was!!..... they still talk about that commercial in many mediums!!......thanx for the poem brother!!....... Kings to you!!...... smiles......T xo ?✳✴☀♥?