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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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