^ PULSE ^

^ PULSE ^

A Poem by Fran Marie

 

In vibrant visions of streets gone mad
beats the pulse of entrapment
Is it heaven
or is it hell?
no one knows; no one can tell



And the pulse it has ground control
powered through lights of a 5th dimension
with fingers, pointing, pointing!
in all directions, it divides; then multiplies
beyond anyone's comprehension
subliminal thoughts of wild intention
lending its knowledge of mass confusion


 

And where do all the people go?
before and after present footsteps
pounding soiled pavement
needing no down payment
to purchase and possess
this big bright mess of urban decay

 


And it's still there, still there!
following with its sneaky infusion
below the threshold of their awarness
and the pulse, it beats on, beats on, beats on....



© 2010 Fran Marie


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There is electricity running through this poem just like that which feeds the neon lights of the cityscape. But it depicts the illumination in terms of the superficial materialist culture it represents, and the dazzling tawdriness which camouflages what's hidden beneath.
These opening lines are excellent:
"In vibrant visions of streets gone mad
beats the pulse of entrapment"
I really like that, it captures the entire essence of the piece with impact from the start. In fact, I would have been tempted to call the poem "The Pulse Of Entrapment", but that's a matter of opinion...
And a close second for favourite lines is:
"to purchase and possess
this big bright mess of urban decay"
A very good piece, with an equally good thematic interpretation of the image, bringing it to life and meaning.

Posted 9 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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This is superb word crafting with popping wordplay. This is a brilliant observation in so few words: "it divides; then multiplies" . . . a bunch of stuff comes to mind, mainly how we are being divided as the virus multiplies . . . great juxtaposition! Also V3 conveys brilliant observations which are outside my realm of experience (boondocks) but I can picture & feel it becuz of how you say it. It's hard not to associate "Pulse" with the FL nightclub massacre, which kinds gives this poem a background hint of disaster looming (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


  Fran Marie

1 Month Ago

Thanks Margie..for reading
I always appreciate your words &
in-depth reviews ..be safe.. read more
Although this poem was one written many years ago, it is so relevant in these troubled times. I saw empty streets, devoid of people, taking refuge in their homes. Social distancing, quietness and fear. A good read Fran Marie. A poem which can be read on many levels.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


  Fran Marie

1 Month Ago

Thanks Chris
I so appreciate
your reading
this and for
the review
.. read more
interesting that i came across this at this time of pandemic. there's certainly a lot of pulse taking going on presently. have never been a big fan of the city. decay indeed. very cleverly stated ... :)

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

thanks Pete.
I. s o appreciate your
reviews..stay well
and take care;
Very interesting take on urban society. I enjoyed this. c:

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

Thanks so very much;
JungLee

2 Months Ago

You're welome. c:
I love this description of urban decay. People coming. People going. Leaving dirt and decay in their wake. I wonder how many decades or even centuries old are the sewage systems of many of our major cities and I cringe when I think of it! What beasts must fester in there! No surprise the death and disease.
You created lovely visuals here dear Fran.
Love
~ Rania

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

Thanks Rania..theres
no telling how many
germs exist ..pretty
nasty stuff when .. read more
Urban decay, everyone moving from the cities, as they decline...and yet, they rebuild.
I agree with Gee about the crystal ball...
because here we are experiencing a different type of decay.
and apparently we are going to have to do a lot of rebuilding...a lot.
I also relate to this considering i spent my youth in Bronx in the fifties...and years later after we left and moved to the midwest, the city began a downswing of decay, gangs...hell, we used to ride the subway all the time...it was safe...
that became a no-no....we spent so much time in Central Park...I used to go across from our apartment on Sedgwick Avenue to the park across the street by myself when i was five...
things certainly go through cycles.
we are in one now that is so scary...but eventually it will stop, and we will start on an upswing.
your write is timely, then and now.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

Thanks Jacob for your
thoughts ..that was a
better time the 50 s and 60 s
for .. read more
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Gee
How apt this as the pandemic has the world in lockdown, trapped in our homes.
Written 10 years ago...do you have a Crystal ball ?
Hope you are safe and well Fran Marie

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

Thanks Gee..ha..no crystal ball
here..just seems the harsh realities
of life just keep.. read more
That sanction of the daring will always be there, however you prove that not only can we fight but that we shall, well done, good read.

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

thanks Thomas..
true..we will always
fight the good fight
thanks ever so muchread more
It does seem like this virus is going on and on and the longer it stays, the more people try to place the blame on its spread somewhere....or on someone. Very well written. Lydi**

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

thanks dear Lydi
yes there will always
be fingers pointing .
.blaming..though I.. read more
Lydia

2 Months Ago

The more things change, the more they stay the same!
Patricia Wedel

2 Months Ago

As we weave our way through this maize of confusion, we are walking on stones of uncertainty.
read more
Such a beautiful heart fallen tone. A science fiction empowerment resides in my mind! The reader's emotions are played out with the poem itself. Such simplicity with an undertone of such complexity. A bitter truth with!

With such perception, is entrapment in our society really good (heaven) or hell (bad)? How do we determine what's "good" or what's "bad"? It is a reflection of how we are aware of our own entrapment in this society.

Great poem! And thank you for your submission to A Poetic Canvas of Reflection & Observance.

Sachiko
.

Posted 1 Year Ago


  Fran Marie

1 Year Ago

Thanks Sachiko..so very much for reviewing my poetry
I so appreciate it..☺
Ximeha

1 Year Ago

No worries! Happy writing!

Sachiko

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