"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, October 24, 2011

Sensory Overkill


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
 Picture Prompt: Magpie Tales 88
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15 comments :

earlybird said...

I don't think any city ever sleeps. It's that underlying background growl that gets to me.

Berowne said...

You've captured the spirit of The City. For a similar view, drop by...

Brian Miller said...

ah there is always so much to take in in the city...personally i love it, in doses...

turtlememoir said...

Oh nice - you made a puente of it, well done! Even a relatively small city can seem too much at times...

Kerry O'Connor said...

The picture invites an in-depth look at the wages of city life. Your bridge poem was a great form for this poem.

insanebloom said...

"Sensory overkill" - excellent!!

Helen said...

I love big cities in small doses! Nicely penned .........

Lolamouse said...

I always feel sensory overstimulation when I'm in the city. Usually ends in a massive migraine!

Mystic_Mom said...

Love your take on this! I feel the same way.

kaykuala said...

Yes, frightening sometimes. We get over it somehow after a time!

Hank

Christine said...

The city is cluttered. Yes. Nice Take!!

Jo Bryant said...

I really like your thoughts on this one...

Jinksy said...

We were on similar tacks...:)

anthonynorth said...

I share such thoughts. Cities are to be visited, not lived in.

Tess Kincaid said...

The city that never sleeps...

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