Matthew Anish Poet Blank verse

A Scene From Our City

Loud music 
         and lights on a bridge 
  cut into my consciousness
Another city evening has come 
   The heat of the midsummer 
afternoon 
     has gone away 
bringing the night people into focus 
   A demi - monde in the heart of the metropolis 
Wanton women, drunken men and 
all the bars are open 
   I stay inside and miss the "action"
    Utilizing my pen 
I free myself from the dark urban scenario
Creativity is a gift to all concernted 
    Pleasure comes 
to those who dare to express 
their innermost feelings
and through the magic of words    
        touch the souls
of kindred spirits

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Kathryn Collins November 18, 2012 at 3:14 PM Your poem tells us where the action really dwells - 'in the souls of kindred spirits"

Joe Maverick November 18, 2012 at 9:17 AM Am sending soup mail.."

Joe Maverick November 18, 2012 at 9:16 AM Good one from you Matthew, really enjoyed today, hope The rest of your Sunday goes well, Joe..)

Ilene Bauer November 14, 2012 at 6:46 PM i'm sure you've touched many souls with your magic words. i like the fact that even when you stay inside, the sounds of the city float in anyway, so you're still a part of it.

Lucilla Carrillo November 14, 2012 at 6:14 PM I like this. I'm glad that you stay inside, You might not be missing much. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla