City of Lights

I could write about my lovely city forever

Hi

this is where

it all begins

the sun

the wind

the memories

I close my eyes

and I hear

loud voices and laughters

I smell

fragnances of winter

and spring

Keep me in your heart

for I shall

never forget

thee

Bye

I'm running away

from you

because i can

no longer

tame

the heartbeats

indside this cage

I'm running away

from you

because you're so contagious

you make me sick

                                                                                                                                                                                          So

                               Until we meet again

                               or not..

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Memories of the beginning romance in the glow of winter; then the parting, not so sweet, the heartbeats need to be tamed; the need to be free; your contagion (?) is “making me sick“
Well created and lovely to read, flows well, best, Betty

[barleygirl]

I don't know what city you are referring to & it doesn't matter becuz I don't read this as being about a city. I read this as being about any number of possibilities . . . it could be a location, a person, a mood, an era, a dream. I love the ambivalence of showing "hi" & "bye" -- since we always have some love & some hate in every irresistible draw that pesters us thru life. For me, this is reminiscent of how life used to be before we were all wearing masks & bickering about politics, when our voices weren't muffled & our smiles not veiled, when we could put our noses on top of something & sniff the fragrances around us instead of keeping our distance. This is a great poem to me becuz it stirs a TON of ideas about who/what is being addressed here (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Lale, your lines reminded me of how I was born in the city and how the early years of my life was dominated by the surroundings, the hustle and bustle of people and places. Then I left. I am now a country gal and I have no desire to ever live in the city again and neither can I imagine visiting. That's where your lines took me. I hope you are keeping well my friend. All good wishes.

Chris

[...]

City of lights can refer to Paris or New York. My native city we called town of 100 towers or mother with 100 towers. Places what we love can sometimes became our haunted castles. At cities we got so many lights, sounds, smells. Sometimes we have to move or will killing us. I like again your sublime delicate words put into mosaic of your mind. Sometimes we can return and feel again beauty what we forgot. But i member when i was visited my hometown 10 years ago. I feel like i cannot regornized this place anymore. I said my good byes .

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have a place...from my youth...been back once, 40 years later...spent much time there.
It was a country place...farms, pastures the beauty i felt in my bones.
we might meet again...not sure...but hopeful...

"you say Goodbye and I say hello" (Beatles)