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City Lights - Re - Visited

The cold has settled 
  on the city 
from my room I see 
street lamps and the 
headlights of cars
  riding by on the highway
 They are moving, moving
Where to?  
   Some to warm homes
some to lovers 
some to friends
I see the lights on 
  the bridge which spans
the East River
An emblem of man's achievements
  They stand proudly against the cold 
     I am moved to pick up a pen 
   and record the 
sensations I feel 
   when I contemplate 
the asphalt homeland
    Alone in my apartment
I reach out to 
  my fellow city dwellers
Hope they get to their destinations 
   safely 
   It is night time 
and a blanket of darkness
   covers the city 
Tomorrow is another day 
But for now 
   I take joy in the knowledge 
   That there are thousands upon thousands
    Who are contemplating this city 
        along with me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 1/25/2017 11:06:00 AM
Hello Matthew, I enjoy the views here, one of the multitude, another of the mute testimonys of 'civil infrastructure' the ultimate in vainglory's; on one level I would guess? and a glimpse of your human makeup, which I gauge as on the 'whole' laudable.. Here's wishing you well dear poet.'
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Date: 1/25/2017 2:59:00 AM
Be certain my friend, Matthew that millions and even billions do the same without being able to express their feelings as masterfully as you!
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Date: 1/24/2017 7:40:00 PM
I remember getting lost in Brooklyn a couple of years ago and drove past the Navy Yard trying to find the expressway; anywho your nice city poem reminded me of that!:)
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Date: 1/24/2017 6:52:00 PM
YOu are always right there with the heartbeat of that great city, Matt!!
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Date: 1/24/2017 6:04:00 PM
I love to imagine what is behind city lights and also the lights in country houses when driving at night. Nothing prettier than night lights.
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Date: 1/24/2017 4:55:00 PM
i am one of them, matthew! i enjoyed your very city-ish poem and can totally relate to it...(wish i had a view of a bridge!)
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Date: 1/24/2017 4:06:00 PM
A poet's time for reflection...the hours of darkness with time to jot down thoughts of contemplation. City lights have their beauty in the quiet of the night. Driving in bad weather means planning ahead, never knowing what might happen. I enjoyed your poem Matthew. : ) 7
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Date: 1/24/2017 3:17:00 PM
It must be a fascinating sight to observe Matthew but I did find your poem somewhat sad - you are on the inside looking out and the feeling of loneliness I found was very evident in your lines:-( hugs Jan xx
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