Just by the flyover
empty office blocks wait for life
decked with wild flowers
around their base, an afterthought
finding cracks,
a hopeful assertion.
Like giants aloof, swarming up
from the uncaring ground
they have no part to play
in this excitation of decay.
HI Col. THe covering of any urban land is a bit like when the Victorian ladies covered up their ankles, in case of the wantonness of space. Flyovers should be deserted and left to skateboarders and elderly couples with striding sticks. I think i'm ok!!
Nice to have a tick Stu, the gooey and lofty righteousness and mock humility of the vat of emotions can get a bit overwhelming !
Very kind likers, David Jon Anya, Taylor and Avishek. This type of poem is not easy to comment on, as it doesn't really stimulate any further thoughts. Appreciated everyone.
Ray
great use of imagery ray. on form at the minute mate!
<Deleted User> (13762)
Thu 9th Aug 2018 21:43
I'm hoping the flyover is deserted too - where did all the humans go?
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raypool
Fri 10th Aug 2018 22:56
I love that Leicester reference David. Perhaps some thickhead soothsayers are now saying that freeways are not pathways, at least not to the soul. (Proper job references please). It is good that they should go though and let the sky breathe easier. Check out the dystopian world of JG Ballard (Crash) Full of that atmosphere.
Ray