Poem -
~ CITY STRIFE ~
So gently
So deceptively
Through spires
Traversing the city's horizon
And into the kith and kin
Of lightly flourishing
Delicacies....
Delicacies of sin
And droplets of happiness
Where families
So separated
Barely,
Remember one another
And their blood lines
Corrupted
By the traffic
Of insanity's eventuality
Driven
Into the souls of brothers
And of pure sisters
Weeping
At the loss of quieter times
Where the wind through the tree-tops
And song through the spires
Is forgotten
And buried within this
Most blinding,
Fast-paced,
Torn,
And terribly misleading,
City Strife...
Tony Taylor
*another work in progress
Comments
Hi Tony. I have never lived in a big city, as you know, but I can see where the connection of families gets lost in the busyness and hustle and bustle of life. I hate the loss of human connection and separating vices takes hold. We need to still sit at the table as a family and make time for each other. It is a sad phenomenon of the loss of the nuclear family. I miss the good ol' days of family values and closeness.... I am thankful that I am close to my children and hope to always instill how important that bond is....Another great write, T. xo ;) Love n Hugs
Glad I’m not a city lass xxx❤️💙❤️
Good write angel
I love this. Reminds me of my life and my family. I grew up in Vancouver, B.C. And my grandma lived in the Empress Hotel on Hastings Street. This just brought so much of my childhood spiralling back to me.