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....
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.
your captured the essense of the city and your descriptive verse is electric..wonderful work..it's great reading everyones interpretation to this photo..
this was an intense write left me with wanting to stop and take a breath and get off the crazy ride it took me on. great write here!!!! imagery fantastic
This is a great interpretation of the image. I like how you convey the feel of a pulse threading through the poem.
"needing no down payment
to purchase and possess
this big bright mess of urban decay"
Great lines. This poem, to me, talks about the difficulty of modern living, and, also, a light sense of claustrophobia.
Very good poem!
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.