The Situation Poet Dramatic Monologue

Our Islands

we see the sun almost everyday
when it's not hiding behind 
a thick haze
we live near tall buildings 
that hide the moon
and the lights of the city
makes the sky a dark gloom
what chance have i to make it 
to the beach
i'm poor and have nothing 
so it's out of my reach
our birds are pigeons
not much to see
and our wildlife the rats
with whom we compete
our beauty is different
than beauty you know
our beauty is make up
and sometimes tatoos
tatoos of the very things you speak
the sun the moon
and a beautiful beach

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Elizabeth Wesley May 8, 2012 at 2:50 PM Had to come back and read this again. City life keeps a person isolated from all the wonderful things we know of in the country. This is such a clever poem, tells it like it is and makes me glad I am not part of it.

John Rhinem May 6, 2012 at 10:18 AM Smile ˜ "Blessed Are The Poor, For Theirs Is The Kingdom Of GOD." * Good Morning Precious Beautiful Lady, Tis A Very Soulful & Felt Verse Profound ˜ It Is A Blessing & Quite Wonderful; No Matter The Glitter Nor Gray; To Step Into Anothers Heart * A Baby Amid A Corner Would Be One Image & Thought; Only Having Known Death, Pain & Hunger Amid This Moment In Time; Until One Day, "LOVE," Takes Their Precious Priceless Beauty, By Their Everlasting Joyful Hands * "Come On Little Baby; 'And All Things Are New'" * My Love to You, John!:) ˜

Elizabeth Wesley April 29, 2012 at 5:34 PM I`m allergic to the city for all the reasons and more you describe in this poem. A super write on why they need to be avoided!

Carol Eastman April 23, 2012 at 9:26 AM A great treatise on City living. Images, thoughts, and indepth thinking are all there. Great work!

Joe Maverick April 14, 2012 at 2:14 PM There is a lot to cosider in the gritty scenes you paint here, it holds a mirror to thoughts i have think; about many paradoxes that confront my senses and considerations, about the world we inhabit..)

Charmaine Chircop April 13, 2012 at 1:05 AM a profound poem indeed which describes more than tall buildings that hide the moon.. So much pain and sadeness i feel here.. If the moon can't come to you,go to the moon!then to be poor.. isn't only misery.. Rich people can be misrable too and never know it which is worse.To be poor makes one humble enough to appreciate blessings .I'm sure if you search deeper in soul you'll find that pigeons are beautiful. and the moonless sky powerful.Its the way we see things and not the way they are at times

Charmaine Chircop April 13, 2012 at 1:05 AM tmfvs

Shirley Long April 12, 2012 at 2:01 PM I enjoyed reading such fantastic poety, so described the whole situation so well.