Reckless

walking one night in a city... this just came to me, it's only vaguely personal.

Walking canyons in the darkness

cones of light knock down shadows

others cower under steel and glass

watching for me to be reckless.

I was missing soft forest sounds

the tinkling brook, wind and tree

I felt I was always caught ;

stark helpless on asphalt.

Everyone's a stranger with no face

no smiles, no voice I recognize.

I want to be part of this city's life

but it refuses to be part of me.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Torn between the city and pragmatism, fine writing.

[Devanshu Rajput]

a man who want to be a part of the city but can not make his existence in it...wonderful...

[Mark]

thank you Devanshu

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i walked in this city enough that is for sure...back in my NY days...

and i longed for the forest, the brooks, the pastures...

it never quite became part of me...

you are so good with your phrasing...such an accomplished, insightful voice!

[Mark]

I'm glad you liked it and thank you for the high praise.

[Daniel Eckert]

Fantastic poem!

[Mark]

Thank you very much! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"I want to be part of this city's life
but it refuses to be part of me."
I understand the above lines. I live in the city. Hard to find your place today. A very good poem to create thoughts to ponder. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Mark]

It is hard. THanks for reading my friend.

[Frieda P]

The big city certainly doesn't have the warmth of a country city, all depends on what you're used to and what you're looking for, some people live for that city hustle and bustle, to others it's exactly what you write in your poetry. Enjoyed this one Mark.

[Mark]

country city? thanks for reading and commenting. Glad you liked it. :)

[Frieda P]

Ha it's been a long day, country 'setting'.... ;-P

[Mark]

ahh.. that makes much more sense. ;0 Like you said, it's what you're used to. I love going to big cities (but not in my truck), I just feel much more at home in the woods.

[Kristin Lee]

Interesting...the line about the city life...I don't want to be a part of city life! But it seems intent on keeping me.

I liked this poem. The discovery and wandering. The last stanza was my favorite. Well done.

[Mark]

LOL break those shackles Kristin! thanks for reading :)

[Donald Meikle]

Spent childhood in a city. Learned to survive. Teens in country,every one knew me,doors had latches but no locks, but that was then, and neighbors cared.

[Stella Armour]

cities are pretty soulless places..not welcoming at all like mother nature..

[Leslie Philibert]

a poem about the hardness and strangeness of a city, alienation, excellent !

[Mark]

Thank you sir