Living City Seven
dirty-breathed, it lies awake
thrumming with a pulse its own
veins feeding integument
coursing with humanity
its bejeweled breast reaching
shaming the heavens themselves
weaving progress ... with the stars.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Finish Line In Seven" Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice G, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
( Theme: 'City Life' / seven syllables per line - counted at HowManySyllables.com )
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