Lost In the City

Gazing unconsciously through smoked glass,

Encased ten flights above the asphalt,

Insignificant within this obscure tower.


Similar to a revelation, he soars majestically,

Circling on undercurrents beneath his span,

Waltzing on the wind in a leisurely minuet.


Bird of prey, what transports you to my world?

Concrete jungle with tainted air,

Nature vacant, paved with synthetic foliage.


Transport me to your stately mountains,

Liberate urgency upon sun-kissed outcrops,

Observing the world through an altered insight.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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February 15, 2010 at 10:44 AM
wow i am a ky girl living in cincy and i must say i feel this way alot, i hate the city it is depressing, to see the poverty and constant sounds of sirens can really keep you thinking bad, i like your line nature vacant, paved with synthetic foilage i really liked the whole thing and i as well would love to be transported to the statley mountains! =)
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August 4, 2009 at 2:49 PM
very nicely composed poem I admire your meticulous observation. thanks cheers
Brown Avatar
August 2, 2009 at 10:53 AM
A very enjoyable read you have written and shared with us today. Thank you Lena. Love, Carol
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August 1, 2009 at 7:07 PM
That's a nice observation; I wonder how would wild creatures sense our environment? As part of theirs? An abomination? Clashing of dimensional possibilities stuck in a fork? @.@ wow, thanks for the experience =D
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