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Even though travel books paint modern cities with bright colors, surreal and muted it remains for many of its inhabitants as survival becomes an ever increasing challenge.
Umbrellas in a Swimming Pool
A dissonant crush of melodies
From pushcarts and roof tops
From sidewalks and crosswalks
Stadiums and ball fields
The tremolo of high Cs
The basso profundo of low Gs
Now a vacuous resonance
Desperate gasps of id ignoring ego's ploy
Sensory mirrors of fractured reflections
Rapidly becoming shards of desperation
Held tight to bosoms
Long submerged in denial
Such are the echoes of one's own company
The hearing of one's own talk
The seeing of one's narcissistic indulgence
Yesterday's simple traffic jams of awareness
Today's repetitive mash-ups
Hubristic grumbling against the mind's cyclonic weather
All while the lone voice of honesty
The once integral essence of man
Murmurs silent implorations
Hoping its drowning reality
Its futile cries for help
Go not forever unheard
Puzzling is our modern awakening
Protecting oneself from oneself
Lest becoming floating umbrellas in a swimming pool
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|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|Oh does this resonate with the squeeze of awareness. So much agony of realization oozes from these lines. I am sorry. The individual eyes that see, sting and widen. Were it some other way. These visions of yours, Odin, cry. Touche. ~~ Diana|