Concrete towers,
Basking in a neon glow
That seems to shift
In the shimmering haze of smog
That settles, like smoke, in the streets.
Glistening rain,
Pelting down,
Like glittery confetti
At a large masquerade ball,
Splashes on the pavement
And trickles into the gutters.
Billboards and vendors
Advertise extravegance,
Showing glimpses of worlds
That we wish we lived in.
But, behind the city,
Living alone in a small bubble of reality,
A girl sits on a rooftop
And looks down on the ant-like people
Scurrying below.
As they race to the next
(Audition,
Counselling Session,
Botox treatment,
Court appearance,
Job they hate)
Thing to scratch off of their to-do list,
This girl's lips form a subtle smile.
She is glad that she has chosen to live here,
Behind the city.
Author notes
I am Charmkin Great contest and wonderful photo!
A contest entry
- behind the city by flight.
900 points, ended February 11, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'm glad you liked the picture!
I really enjoyed this, it is subtle and thoughtful. Though I don't
see why you need these guys () other than that I liked it a lot! peace to all ~flight
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