My City

Written for the 'Thoughts' picture contest.

 

My city is an ambient warrior

a glorious mess of memories embedding themselves like past lovers into my heart forever.

She is a thousand beats effortlessly composing a million songs,

each that of a Mozart symphony, each as compelling as the next.

She, so shamelessly faltered becomes me with her honesty,

beholds me with her imperfections and accepts me with mine.

She, my city

a beautiful maze I once sought to escape in search for something better,

and now I long for those memories,

I pine for her song, her flaws and her acceptance.

I long for her

my ambient warrior,

my home.

Reviews

[Kitty]

This is amazing!!!! A superb piece of writing with so much insight. Beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for entering the Thoughts contest. Sorry it has taken so long to read through.

Josie

[James Paulin]

I like to think of this poem as a metaphor for what we have built with our lives. It is something we have had help with and have enjoyed as we continued the work. Appreciation of the past sometimes only comes in retrospect. Nice poem.

[Tiffany]

Really good. Loved it! t.

[Geminair]

i love your view of your city! that's just how i see mine too,your city would be proud to hear those words!

[EILEEN McGUINNESS]

I am thinking perhaps your city is the ocean and not a town with this wonderful rendition of god's merry england,how is the sussex coast this morning? London is dull and overcast but soon i am going back ohm sweet ohm to la belle suisse.