Best Introspectioncity Poems


Premium Member The Gift

An ordinary 
Work day
Coworkers hunched 
In cubicles
Or in open areas 
Suddenly, a voice
Someone is here to see you
Looking up
I saw an elderly gentleman
With a brightly colored package in his hand 
Who simply said,
Hello, I hope I’m not intruding
It was someone I almost didn’t recognize
Uncle Bernard 
Someone I hadn’t seen in years
Always happy go lucky
But years and a divorce
Took their toll on him.

Small talk and then we stopped
By a window
Neither of us spoke
As we looked down
On the City
A maze of streets
Sharp edges and corners
Tall buildings
Wide buildings
Pointy topped roofs
Spirals
Slants
Spread out in all directions
Fast moving cars
So nearlike
That if we dared
We could reach out and stop
Them
From cutting and darting
Their way through 
The stone forest
That stretched end to end
In a city built on solid rock.

The scene
Made him somber
The city doesn’t give 
Many second chances
He said
I nodded
He then said 
I have cancer
I can’t fight it anymore
The shock 
Of what he said
Hit hard 
Touching my arm
He said
Don’t worry
I can’t wait for it to end
No more pain. No more doctors.

When it was time to leave
We walked in silence
The chrome elevator doors
Opening silently 
Entering
He turned
And waved a gentle
Goodbye
The doors closing quietly
And effortlessly.

I glanced at the card
Neatly stapled to the package
It said Congratulations and all the best
Uncle Bernie
A gift 
From an uncle 
To a nephew he never met
My son
Four months old 
Healthy
Full of life and laughter
Adored by his parents
Holding the package tightly in my hand
I left the empty hallway.

Conscious Sin

I have come to the city of my birth
'' arise'' ancient blood and meet
the angel of immaculate conception-

Golden threads of city light
awareness of self drowns
in this ocean of time-

Vast jewels of golden tears
conscious thought provoked
and born of darkened fears-

Silver-gold sanctity
of chaotic thought
conceived of opulent breaths-

I go now to the city gates
sorrow, grief, and pain
my only friend
I prefer them to this world of loss-

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