la ville

la ville

A Poem by Hester Grey

the skyscrapers loom 
the metro hums
cars speed past

artists try their luck 
performing on the street
or in the subway 
there are spices in the air

a fruit market displays 
a glimpse of country life 
but fields are hard to imagine 

crowds leave the theater late at night
yellow cabs all in a row like floating ducks

people rushing home from work 
cold evening urging them on 
the stained glass windows 
have grown dim 

the world feels ALIVE 
but there is sadness too
he sleeps on the street 
cold and hungry 

i wouldn't want to be 
anywhere else 
but here 
there is sin and filth 
yet goodness and hope 

tattoos and doom preachers 
everybody's got a story 
what's my sexuality 
everyones looking for love

in the city there's room for everybody 
the busy streets and tall spires 
don't judge 
we're all in it together 
trying to find our way home

© 2011 Hester Grey

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Posted 9 Years Ago

Thank you both.. there is no greater privilege than to be heard

Posted 9 Years Ago

Captured well young Prince!
Your words encapsulate the spirit of the big City.
You have the movement, the urgency, the implacability
..and the attachment

Posted 9 Years Ago

You speak well...

Welcome home.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on August 11, 2011
Last Updated on August 11, 2011