Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

My Environs

My environs, filled with sirens,
Rarely seems serene.
Add some snow plows to the mix
And picture what I mean.

Yes, it’s gritty in the city
But, in years gone by,
There was vibrancy as well,
A permanent supply.

Now the flavor I’d once savor
Packed its bags and left,
While we who stayed just hear the noise
And shake our heads, bereft.

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Caren Krutsinger February 26, 2021 at 12:46 AM I imagine it is sadly the truth; no one on the street these days!

Maurice Rigoler February 21, 2021 at 7:46 AM Welcome to my neighborhood, Ilene! And it's far worse in summer when my quiet town is inundated with tourists and the night life takes on the surreal images of a canvas by Hieronymous Bosch! I related nicely to your poem. / Maurice

Robert Pettit February 19, 2021 at 2:48 PM When you see the dark side of any major city, the glamorous attractions quickly fade away. I got that feeling when I was in Honolulu looking at homeless people living in the street. Rico Leffanta February 20, 2021 at 10:17 AM There are thousands with many cities sending their homeless to Honolulu, where it is warm in winter! Aloha! Rico

Gershon Wolf February 19, 2021 at 12:26 PM Someone was just telling me the same thing about near-downtown Chicago. There used to ge a vibe. Now, just the sounds of police alarms and fire engines. Positively spooky. Who wants to go downtown anymore in such environs? :) gw

Rico Leffanta February 19, 2021 at 10:35 AM A major reason for supporting electric vehicles in cities! Aloha! Rico

Caren Krutsinger February 18, 2021 at 10:15 PM "Yes, it’s gritty in the city But, in years gone by, There was vibrancy as well," This is such a sorry little tale, for everything is surreal and abnormal now.

Trevor Mcleod February 18, 2021 at 9:30 PM They should be zoning for green space and they don't. We need buffers to keep our souls from hearing each other. LOL Trevor

Anne-Lise Andresen February 18, 2021 at 11:49 AM - I hear your poem ... too much noise for my ears :) - I've never lived in a city ... I love the sound of birdsong and rolling waves, Ilene :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)