My City

A Poem by Joshua W. Harris

I sit twenty stories,

Above city glories,

On a picnic bench of pine.
I hear all the laughs,

I hear all the cries,

Oh what a city of mine.

The lights keep on flashing,

The music keeps thrashing,

If you're wise to what you must hear.
It has seen many woes,

And many great foes,

But this city of mine doesn't fear.

It feels every tear,

In its old concrete hair,

And it bravely boasts of its scars.
And though it runs wild,

Its eyes shine with guile,

This city of mine in the stars.

So I set my head down,

On this old bench of brown,

And I feel the cold winter rain.
I start to drift off,

And with a shrill cough,

I am one with the city again.

© 2012 Joshua W. Harris

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Yet again an amazing piece of art. I definitely agree with the other reviewers. You have a distinct way of sucking your readers in, making us feel as if we were actually sitting on a picnic bench overlooking our own city, a part of the city you describe.
I have to say, so far this is one of my favourites of yours.

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Thank you, once again, TJ. All of your reviews mean a lot to me. I am just really happy to hear that.. read more

An owl on the moon

You mingle and merge the old and new... the warm and cold... the life and death of a city so distinctly... We can see this wild world through your eyes as you drink in every drop of rain.

Posted 11 Years Ago

MOON

Lovely flow, cities are concrete places to work and live.yet they have a life and vibrancy of their own . They shape us in a way.

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time out to read this! I am glad that you liked the piece. =]

zainul

I am amazed by the wonderful rhyming of this piece.
Each line has two short rhymed sentences and each sentence is rhymed with the next one.
The city has been vividly painted which may also be sung as a melodious song.
This is a very enjoyable read.
Took the first stanza and broke it down to see how it looked like.
I think the readers might the rearrangement too.
It is just my play with the amazing piece.
I congratulate you for presenting the lovely piece.
Added to my reading and favorite list.
100/100

"I sit twenty stories,
above city glories,
on a picnic bench of pine.
I hear all the laughs,
I hear all the cries,
oh what a city of mine."

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

I definitely like that structure better. Haha, I have no idea why I hadn't put it like that before! .. read more

11 Years Ago

I am very pleased that you liked this structure.
You are a great talented poet and you have de.. read more

Robbie~xoxo~

"It feels every tear in its old concrete hair, and it bravely boasts of its scars.
And though it runs wild, its eyes shine with guile, this city of mine in the stars.

So I set my head down, on this old bench of brown, and I feel the cold winter rain.
I start to drift off, and with a shrill cough, I am one with the city again."~ This is a wistful expression of your city.

I love your expression of becoming one...the heart beats for home...in all its flaws, it is still your home.
Great write!

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Thanks Robbie! I am really glad that you enjoyed the piece. It is by no means a lengthy or detailed .. read more

KAOlmsted

Great imagery in the third stanza...so much so, I'll ignore the useless apostrophe in the second line *laugh* You've got a pretty intense relationship with your city going on here, and the writing reflects that, Joshua. Very well done.

-kimmer