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
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ReplyDeleteThank-you:)
DeleteSo stirring...some day beauty in concrete blooms will fade...
ReplyDeleteWhen 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;-)
DeleteBut,
Yes, give them time:)