Tuesday, September 27, 2016

A Juxtaposition of City Buildings



I always wanted
to leave the city,
funny the peculiar
rearrangement of window-eyes
once the bus arrives,
full as the old blood
of a stumped toe
that blow the dreams
of leaving out the window.
Funny the ways of
heart and thought
when you've got but one
last withering reason to remain
in a shadowed montage
of city buildings and
late-evening shades of gray;
how the fading light off
window-panes and the
blue-tailed rainbow of
birds wings hold fast to
your string of flight,
a still-photo you fear
you may regret not
to remember.


I was inspired by the prompt over at dVerse.  Looking at all the re-arrangement of things made me think of city buildings...how each city can be distinct, yet held together by a skyline of tall and small buildings all strung together in steady rows like anchored lights.

I always complain that I'll leave the city, but I never do.  I think I'd miss the buildings, old friends.  It's a nostalgic type of forlorn feeling to drive past, wondering if you'll ever wave out the same windows again.

11 comments:

  1. The image of the stumped toe was so strong here Stacy.. I think you might long to be away from places too orderly... but you would likely long to return when you are out... there is always a greener grass somewhere.

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  2. Interesting take on the prompt; I certainly get it.

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  3. This is just gorgeous. Paired with the image, there's a melancholy here, but a pleasant one...and somehow deeply familiar.

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  4. I feel the same way about a city - I don't think I will leave far away from its city lights~ This is my favorite part:

    how the fading light off
    window-panes and the
    blue-tailed rainbow of
    birds wings hold fast to
    your string of flight

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  5. I love the opening lines - so perceptive:

    'I always wanted
    to leave the city,
    funny the peculiar
    rearrangement of window-eyes
    once the bus arrives,
    full as the old blood
    of a stumped toe
    that blow the dreams
    of leaving out the window.'

    I've had that feeling. I can see in my mind's eye:

    '...a shadowed montage
    of city buildings and
    late-evening shades of gray...

    a still-photo you fear
    you may regret not
    to remember.'

    It took years to get me out of the city but the city is still in me.

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  6. Wondrrful in its melancholy. I think you are still young and searching for meaning in your life. After reading your bio and your multiple degrees, it seems the one accomplishment with which you are pleased is your beautiful daughter. Keep searching for you and I'm sure ine day you will find the truth within.

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  7. An incredible poem, inspired by but not written to the Blincoe images. I've always been a city dweller, but a suburban lad, who wants to view the cityscape, to visit it, to enjoy the diversity of services & adventure it provides, yet living in an apartment, with no yard, no garage, no deck/patio or gazebo always felt too spartan, incomplete to me. I adore farms, ranches, mountains & the beach, but as sites of meditation & visitation, not domicile.

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  8. Really, really appreciate where you took this prompt. As a culture, we seems to crave that kind of order and pattern and it's so visible in city buildings, in landscapes, housing developments. I'm not a city girl, would not survive away from nature--yet even here it seems we need the security of some order.

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  9. Beautifully written. I enjoyed the pensiveness and reflection. Though I am more of a small town girl, I could feel the warmth and familiarity of the big city within your poem.

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  10. Love this! An interesting take on the prompt, and I fully understand wanting to leave/wanting to stay. I live in Chicago, so this is something I know well.

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