Lithospheres
This poem is a description of the almost primitive energy that fuels urban culture.
Lithospheres belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Around the Styles, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Avant-Garde, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, End Times, Freedom to Shine, Graphic Scratch, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Midnight Ramblers, Shameless Self-Promotion, The beauty of poetry, The Patchwork , The Urban Environment, The Word Tree, Up & Coming Writers, Verses Dark, Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom!, WMG and Writing: Persuing Happiness“At night cities have no
walls and the streets are
hectic like electric rivers
where raucous music and
phosphorescent fashions
are steady as a wave
or a pulse that must
start somewhere, so
someone is dancing
and they are dancing on
enormous drums in caves
where the air is the colour
of nothing like twilight and
white plumes of vapour
wriggle out of the deep
cracks in the shiny black
rock and everyone has
very thin skin because of
hiding here for so long,
dancing in the dark with
drums, their timing so
perfect and singing so
sweetly, looking almost
like ghosts but they can’t
see me at all.”
Amber Elizabet...
Wonderful Write Nancy
nancyames replied
Thanks very much for your appreciation, Amber, and for featuring this poem today.
Jim Hall
Pretty good. It has a thin veneer covering a much deeper group of meanings. Keep on. JH
nancyames replied
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it – and yes, I do aim at an interesting first impression that brings the reader back for a deeper involvement, so it’s very nice when someone gets that effect. Cheers.
charliethetramp
wonderfully observant nancy
and your words dance poetically down the page
i like this alot
nancyames
Thanks again.
erich biemer
well done indeed…..
nancyames replied
Thanks very much, Erich.