Surrounded by concrete and brick,
a jungle filled with roaring engines,
pedestrians and flashing lights
I am inundated
~with sensory overkill~
I stare out the windows
wondering if this small town girl
can live in a place
that is never quiet.
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Photograph: Lee Friedlander, from America by Car
Poem form Puente
Prompt: Imaginary Toads
15 comments:
I don't think any city ever sleeps. It's that underlying background growl that gets to me.
You've captured the spirit of The City. For a similar view, drop by...
ah there is always so much to take in in the city...personally i love it, in doses...
Oh nice - you made a puente of it, well done! Even a relatively small city can seem too much at times...
The picture invites an in-depth look at the wages of city life. Your bridge poem was a great form for this poem.
"Sensory overkill" - excellent!!
I love big cities in small doses! Nicely penned .........
I always feel sensory overstimulation when I'm in the city. Usually ends in a massive migraine!
Love your take on this! I feel the same way.
Yes, frightening sometimes. We get over it somehow after a time!
Hank
The city is cluttered. Yes. Nice Take!!
I really like your thoughts on this one...
We were on similar tacks...:)
I share such thoughts. Cities are to be visited, not lived in.
The city that never sleeps...
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