Matthew Anish Poet Blank verse

From My Window

I see the lights
on the bridge
   from my window
cars moving along
   the highway  
bring thousands to 
      their destinations
  You can't ask 
for more than 
    can be given 
              but really - if you don't 
expect much you won't get much
     All those people
out there in the 
     darkness
     What are they 
searching for?
    Well, if dawn  
is its own answer
    we have nothing to 
worry about
     Voices in the 
shadow continue to 
sing sweet and
  low
traffic continues to move
      Let's not give 
up our urban dreams
  just yet
We still can hope 
 for a good 
  resolution 
To the problem of living 
   in the metropolis
to the problem of living 
among the urban masses

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Heidie Buys July 24, 2008 at 3:03 PM Good one, very reflective, you capture the restlessness very well. Love Heidie

Sara Lokken July 24, 2008 at 9:26 AM I grew up in the city--but live in the country now. It's a nice change--but "home" for me will be in the mountains. Been dreaming about mountains since I was a kid almost, lol. Very beautifully written with rich imagery and introspection. Regards, Sara:)

Vince Suzadail Jr. July 24, 2008 at 8:33 AM I'm a country boy but each lifestyle has its own beauty.( I also love Philly and New York) This was good. Vince

July 23, 2008 at 4:56 PM Much to think about in this poem. Nice use of imagery. I think the title compliments the poem. Best wishes with your writing. Karen

Leah Yoho July 22, 2008 at 7:39 PM Great poem Mathew. I don't live in the city so I haven't really experienced the whole urban, matropolis thing. If you ever want to get away from that for a while I have 2 words for you, West Virginia, 'nuff said. But seriously, good job. Love Always, Leah.

Sharon Winter July 22, 2008 at 5:11 AM You always express the true feel of the city. You are like its poetic beating heart. Always enjoy your writes. Love, Shar

Michael Degenhardt July 22, 2008 at 4:44 AM Your window seems to be access to understanding and thought. Love the flow of your thoughts here as you present yourself very well. Michael

Kristin Reynolds July 21, 2008 at 4:41 AM The bridge in the city is an awesome sight to behold, I'll never forget when I first saw the skyline of NYC for the first time, there are no words...beautiful poems here dear, as always, an urban delight. Peace, Kristin