|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|Incredible poetry Debby. I remember those stairs. Chestnut Street I think?? I used to live right up the street on Chestnut and Hyde, top of Russian Hill. I miss it.|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|nice poetry, well said.
|Reviewed by Art Sun
|The city can be like a clustered mind...it makes one feel the noise and loose the inner calm...
nice work Debby...
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|I used to thrive in the big cities / New York / LA / New Orleans / etc. / No more / I have outlived the hustle and bustle and the noise and the danger / My days are much calmer / My mind is much more at peace / Beautiful poetry . . .|
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Great write with good images and portrayl. I can see and feel what you've written!.. Give me country life any day!...M|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|i feel this one, debby. i relish the clean air, space, peace and quiet of where i now hang my hat. i only venture into the chaos when needed and for "cultural" stimulation... ;-)
|Reviewed by jude forese
|there are many sanctuaries in a large city where you can hear a pin drop ... you just have to know where they are ... believe it or not, in new york there's a multitude of havens where you can meditate and transcend the chaos ...|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I can sure relate to this, after giving up my rancher in the burbs with deer in my back yard and racoons in my garbage to move into an apartment on 14 floor surrounded by highways I too sometimes feel like a deer in the headlights.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|San Francisco will make anyone wake up and vibrate;-) Excellent poem Debby, love your description and the pic!|
|Reviewed by Gordon Rosenberg (Reader)
|Thank God, I'm a Country Boy!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|one can only surrender
into its rip tides
and laugh at its absurdities
If one can do this then perhaps one can "survive" life in the city. Personally, it scares me. I know I am fortunate to live on this mountain. Thank you, Debby. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|From my house I can hear the fog-horns in foggy days, otherwise the only claim of discomfort I have about living in a city, even in a small port city, are the darn seagull leaving vowel's discharges on the top of my new washed car!
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|yes, the city is so much different-it is busy and stimulating in a sense but i feel fortunate to live in the country-i enjoyed the write, especially the last line!|