Shingles

The cacophony of crushed tiles

crashed into

awaiting ears.

As I tripped over rooftops

and watched it all crumble

under my feet.

It's no fun

to run through the allies,

I'd rather

dance near the clouds.

I wish I could fly

all the way to the moon,

instead of scuffing Hermes' wings

on the chipped pavement.

But the smoke of the city

seems to hold me down.

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Slate makes me think of the city.

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penman
February 25
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Excellent
What a great write. So very well done. Thank you for sharing.
Melissa Gayle
January 20
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I have to say that stanza four was by far my favorite. This is really well written!!
Tercarro
January 16

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Very good
I love the picture this paints for me, your descriptions are very emotive and provide a sense of the city and how it contains ones emotioins. Great work I like the way you see things.
Ryno
January 15
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ps: I like salami
Ryno
January 15

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I would love to live in the city, and at the same time I would hate it. Country boys... well not country, more like, insy-bitsy community guys like me wouldn't last long in the city

Your imagery and the way it creates and connects to the emotions are amazing.