Thursday, April 7, 2016

Urban Astronaut

PAD Challenge day 7: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Urban (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Where the night is alive with lights
Far from star-hush, sky-wide
Far from the rolling, fir-fringed heights
Of a rural countryside

Where the only things she knew
Were gardens spilling blooms
And banter as a blush-breeze blew
Through outdoor living-rooms

…and dawn was a yellow bell
Where earth and the heavens meet
And childhood was the wink that fell
Beneath sun-bronzed bare feet

…ere Wanderlust drew her
Far from her grass-roots peace
To a Metropolitan Paradise
Of college-granted lease

Where the stars she sees at night
Sing or play basketball
Far from the rolling fir-fringed height
With no people at all

Her hills are made of glass
Gray concrete blooms with cars
Far from the wind that strums the grass
All flower-struck with stars

© Janet Martin


  1. So stirring...some day beauty in concrete blooms will fade...

    1. When she can text her brother and sister and tell them 'right now Steve Nash is sitting in the restaurant I work at!!!!' or, I am looking at Usher!!! He is here in the restaurant' that to her, is far more exciting than any row of zinnias or geraniums could ever be;-)
      Yes, give them time:)


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