Rhythm of my soul

By Penny4athought

Tue, 28 Jul 2015
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4 comments
 

Through the window

Familiar sounds,

Children laughing,

Street games playing.

Languages from every world corner

raised in excitement, hushed in confidences.

Cultures tangling.

Spices emanating from delis, restaurants and neighbor's windows.

Mingling aromas,

Car horns,

Rushing traffic,

City music.

Sunshine glaring off high-rise windows.

My New York,

My first love,

My heartbeat,

My rhythm.

I am its product,

I breathe its life,

I believe in its crowded diversity.

It lives within me no matter what state I’m in.

Certificate PG
Poem
Philosophy

Comments

Submitted by Yutka on

I love the excitement, the description of the place you are in, first I thought of Shepherds Bush in London, but no, of course it must be New YorK, the City of all cities, the Big Apple!

All becomes alive in your poem!

Yutka :)

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you Yutka. I am glad my words conveyed the excitement to you of my home town. And now I will have to visit Shepards Bush for if it moves with that rhythm -- I know I will feel at home.

Penny4athought

Submitted by J.L.Hamilton on

Languages from every world corner

raised in excitement, hushed in confidences.

Great poem. I feel like I am there.

Jeremy Hamilton

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you so much for this feedback Jeremy. It is wonderful to know that my words took you into the poem and I am very grateful you took the time to tell me.

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