Matthew Anish Poet Blank verse

Winds Over the City

Daylight
   and one hundred thousand 
individuals arise,
   face the sun 
and hurry to their respective 
           work environments
Their lives are measured in 
                                 small spoonfuls
  This morning winds 
                        caress the city
cooling down the dwellers there
   We do not care 
that our eyes have been
      exposed to the light 
Those windows of our souls 
        see the reality 
        we face 
         everyday
Daylight, 
        The fierce winds are blosing 
    Leave sorrows to others
Feel the rawness of the day
in the marrow of your bones 
I am sure peace will come
   to you 
if you hold fast 
to your commitments

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Doreen Wright August 17, 2012 at 10:36 PM Hold fast...something many seem unable to do these days. Interesting and beautifully written poem.

Poet Destroyer A August 15, 2012 at 10:00 PM Hello, Matt.. how are you... I was so happy to see you stop by my poem. I like facing the sun, but not for work... i wish one day i can face the sun without the negativity of all my pass sorrows.. i want to feel the light once again.maybe i should look harder... love your poem... I'm not to good with commitment... God bless...xox~PD

Joe Maverick August 7, 2012 at 4:06 PM Well woven thoughts Matthew a soulful take on the cityscape inside its driving pace.

Connie Marcum Wong August 6, 2012 at 2:57 PM I love your title and I love this poem Matthew. It transports the mind into a peaceful realm. Well written and it does what I read poetry for, to transport me. Mahalo

Nette Onclaud August 2, 2012 at 12:46 PM incredible description of the metropolis and how one should live it, matthew... love the repetition of " daylight".. my kind of poetry!.. clap, clap!..:) huggs!

Andrea Dietrich August 1, 2012 at 4:56 PM Awesome, Matt. I dub thee: The City Poet.

Sara Kendrick August 1, 2012 at 3:27 PM Yes, peace comes when one holds to those right commitments and do what is right..Enjoyed reading this afternoon...Your comments were uplifting..The poem is about a happening from my father's childhood that I hope people see as funny...Sara