Waking City

Waking City

A Poem by flyingfree

Under a gray sky clearing into blue
The city awakens
Light after light mottling the dark scape in ever-changing hues
And rising noise
Cars line up at the stoplight, people filter onto the streets
Signs flicker on
Cafés fill up with sleepy faces in need of morning coffee
Orders pile up
Taxis and buses and trains become loaded with passengers
Jostling for a seat
Horns honk in different tones at irritated challengers
Rushing for green
Employees check their offices and stores
Ready for customers
Parents hustle their children out the door
Late for school
The sun now bright lights up the skyscrapers
The city alive.

© 2018 flyingfree


Author's Note

flyingfree
Considering submitting this for a school poetry contest? What do you think? How are the rhymes? *Suggestions are welcome!!!*

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Good. You've painted a very vivid word picture of the city coming to life. Describing the sounds and colours makes it very vibrant. Your structure of longer and shorter lines works well. Your rhyming didn't make a great impression on me and my personal opinion is that you shouldn't worry too much about it.
Good luck with the contest.
Regards,
Alan

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Good. You've painted a very vivid word picture of the city coming to life. Describing the sounds and colours makes it very vibrant. Your structure of longer and shorter lines works well. Your rhyming didn't make a great impression on me and my personal opinion is that you shouldn't worry too much about it.
Good luck with the contest.
Regards,
Alan

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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