City Eyes
Concrete faces
Open their eyelids
And I take a look inside
Into a life that is not my own.
Concrete faces
Open their eyelids
And I take a look inside
Into a life that is not my own.
Why did I have to read the comments to work out what you meant? Maybe cos I just woke up. Literally. In just 4 lines! Magic, my girl.....
Thanks Penguin for the brilliant suggestion! I like my poem much more now.
@devon, thank you as always for the love. You have hit the nail on the head on exactly what inspired me to write this.
Fri 30th Aug 2019 16:13
You might consider starting at Concrete faces....avoids the eyes/eyelids repetition for one thing.
Devon Brock
Fri 30th Aug 2019 15:41
Adriana,
I like this poem. It reminds me of John Cheever's short story "The Enormous Radio". I also reminds me of walking to the El in Chicago as people were lifting the blinds and opening their curtains. I couldn't help but look as I walked. Thank you for bringing those memories back.
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Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo
Sat 31st Aug 2019 08:24
Thanks Don as always for the love ?❤