Thoughtfulness Gasping
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Even though travel books paint modern cities with bright colors, its inhabitants fight against the reality of surreal and muted colors as the corruption of principals in this solipsistic society is becoming the accepted norm. (Image by pinterest)
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Thoughtfulness Gasping
Urban density…
A dissonant crush of melodies,
Once heard 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.
Deafening chaos…
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 desperate cries for help.
Go not forever unheard.
Puzzling is our modern awakening.
Protecting oneself from oneself,
lest becoming that of thoughtfulness gasping for its final breath.
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That the cities are better is easily seen by reading quite accurate historical novels like A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. My city was called Mud Town before Howard Hughes decided to pave any streets. And before the 1960s and air conditioning, it was a hot, muddy hellhole to live in for most. There isn't much history or culture here except the bringing back of the Astrodome as a parking lot. Still, goods and services are cheap and abound. Despair may be hiding behind every door, but it is not seen by me when I find a friendly and helpful people on the street.
Ron