Bricks of Jaded


                           New York at Night, Vivienne Gucwa

A sleepless city roams the mist
chasing dreams through the shadows.

Somewhere in the night vibrations
hope stumbles across bricks
wearied by shoes seeking unattainable.

Streetlights blink their starlight eyes
as they watch naïve stretch its limbs
believing it can outrun jaded.



©Susie Clevenger 2014

Written for The Mag 201

Comments

Charleen said…
This is just beautiful. Very nice indeed!
January 6, 2014 at 1:19 AM
Sumana Roy said…
love this beautiful image of a sleepless city chasing dreams....
January 6, 2014 at 2:29 AM
kaykuala said…
Often there are occasions when one take chances and eventually not having a happy outcome!Nicely Susie!

Hank
January 6, 2014 at 2:37 AM
Berowne said…
Beautifully creative response to the prompt...
January 6, 2014 at 4:06 AM
brudberg said…
that night was just a dream... the end line gives a stark closing for me.. romance will not survive daylight.
January 6, 2014 at 4:10 AM
humbird said…
I feel much space, where light 's playing with shade for while...Glad, the hope is here too, though 'hope stumbles across bricks'
January 6, 2014 at 1:17 PM
Tess Kincaid said…
Love the streetlights' starlight eyes...
January 6, 2014 at 4:42 PM
LaTonya Baldwin said…
ah it's the closing line for me.
January 6, 2014 at 6:34 PM
Stormcat Poetry said…
Watch out when Jaded caches up it runs over you like a dump truck loaded with bricks!
January 7, 2014 at 8:49 AM
Helen said…
... 'hope stumbles' ~~ my favorite words in your beautifully composed poem.
January 7, 2014 at 12:21 PM
Unknown said…
Your personification of naive and jaded is VERY clever. Terrific idea!
January 7, 2014 at 5:30 PM
Jim said…
Hi Susie ~~ I'm very much feeling this one. First it reminds me of my third life, a college dropout, working with a factory job, driving a two-year old hotrod Ford, out at two (I was), perhaps going home, perhaps not so just roaming, being on the streets of Lincoln, Nebraska. Yes, I endured police stops--what was I doing out this late?--what are these tools we found in your car for?--you are a long way from home aren't you--typical teenage-early twenties hassles endured by a lot today and I do feel for those aimless kids out late on the prowl.

In my fourth life I was working as an Aerospace Engineer at NASA and would have to work the late shifts. Streets then were emptying out and seemed very unfriendly as I didn't know the people I knew back when I was younger.

I could go on, but it would take a book or two to tell all those things in my life.

I am busy nursing a wife, Mrs. Jim, on crutches as she is about a week out of bunion surgery. She fell last night and we are going to the ortho doc this afternoon. I.e. a good excuse besides Christmas for being absent from Toads as of late.

I did to a little ditty yesterday,
Jim's poem for Personal Challenge # 1 for 2014
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January 8, 2014 at 11:28 AM
Jim said…
Hi Suzie ~~ I tried to leave a comment telling you of my mid night experiences in one of my younger lives but Blogger may have eaten it (503 Service not available notice). Also some excuses for being absent so long.

At any rate I did a little a little Toad related ditty yesterday, Jim's poem for Personal Challenge # 1 for 2014
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January 8, 2014 at 11:31 AM
Jim said…
Forgot to mention in case the first got lost, that I lived this life told here for about three years in my college dropout days.

You did a really nice write on this one, I love it.
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January 8, 2014 at 11:33 AM
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