Bob Quigley Poet Free verse

The City

The City

Brazen horns protest each others presence
Steam rises from beneath the tarnished streets
Taxis tease with flags that say "off duty'
And in the shadows grifters ply their trade

A cacophony of smells assault the senses
Windows dressed up to seduce the eye
Breezes brush against you with a stale breath
Cracked sidewalks yielding to your tread

Isolation in a sea of people
Buildings clinging tightly to each other
Sirens scream the news of unknown victims
The city owns your soul, it lives inside

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Carol Sunshine Brown November 18, 2011 at 5:17 AM Congratulations on your placement in Brian's "Any 2011 Poem" contest Bob. Love, Carol Bob Quigley November 18, 2011 at 8:54 AM Thank you Carol

Ilene Bauer November 16, 2011 at 5:40 AM i enjoyed this poem but want to rise to the city's defense - i see all the negatives you so beautifully describe but for whatever reason, the city inspires me and keeps me going. really nice poem, though! Bob Quigley November 16, 2011 at 6:43 AM It's all in the eye of the beholder isn't it Ilene. I am sure you are not the only one inspired by the city. Thanks for reading me.

Skat A November 16, 2011 at 2:57 AM congrats ~LUV*SKAT Bob Quigley November 16, 2011 at 6:43 AM Thanks

Jack Ross Jr. August 13, 2011 at 6:17 PM Terrific write mate...with love...old jack Bob Quigley August 15, 2011 at 10:01 AM Appreciate it Jack

Nette Onclaud August 13, 2011 at 12:24 PM gut wrenching in a style dazzling with expressive imagery, bob.... strife so well-described! :) huggs, nette Bob Quigley August 13, 2011 at 2:40 PM Thanks nette. Appreciate your supportive comments.