Streets whirl from wheels & neon lights
Metallic doors click
Every second on subway
You close your eyes, basking the sun
You're muse above our electrical poles
Every second on subway
You close your eyes, basking the sun
You're muse above our electrical poles
What dreams do you dream?
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Taking it to the Streets & Word Count with Mama zen ~ Happy April Day ~
Picture credit: here
There is every bit as much beauty in urban settings as there is rural...just in different ways.
ReplyDeletecool....you got so many of the elements of the street in a short little burst grace...i love the street art too...i need to get back to the street art festival this summer....i love the city...
ReplyDeletestreets are alive in the lines...and the dreamy maiden adds beauty to the city....
ReplyDeleteThe street can open the mind to much indeed
ReplyDeleteexcellent. I imagined myself in my commuter days.
ReplyDeleteDreams and muses are ever present in your colorful poem, and there is where my dreams begin as a rule. Poetry and visions all around bring me to dream a dream that I can control! But it's the dreams at night that me fully awake to me!
ReplyDeleteLove yours! I dream of a swirling blue kite lifting me out of my day!
ReplyDeleteI should of wrote my poem after reading yours....
Yes, you burst us into the blast of day-fun to read
Beautiful...there is so much to inspire and you have captured that feeling in your words. Thanks for participating in the challenge.
ReplyDeleteI love big cities. Not a lover of graffiti, but I do love art like this on buildings. This is great...both the photo and your written words.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine this written in a subway train.
ReplyDeleteI am a bit uncertain of the reading in the last line:
You are muse above our electrical poles or Your muse... both work in context.
I meant you are the muse ~ Thanks Kerry ~
DeleteI hate subway trains, they give me the creeps . . . cool street art and verse.
ReplyDeleteThere is a whole lot of graffiti along the Toronto subway line ~ I bear with it, smiles ~
DeleteIf it is all as good as this, then it will be entertaining enough.
DeleteBut one still needs that inward eye above the poles in order to survive.
What an expressiv, warm girl on the wall. Super captured!
ReplyDeleteJetteMajken
I love this, is really beautiful!!xx
ReplyDeleteevery day you pass her she's dreamed something new... ~
ReplyDeleteLove your dreaming, Grace. In olden days, artists dreamed their work on buildings (friezes).
ReplyDeleteEach frieze measured about 8-10 feet, top to bottom, and ran the length of the building--
AND TOLD A STORY. Often they painted another frieze outside above the first one, then sometimes another one above that, each telling a story. And now we use phrases like, "That house is THREE STORIES HIGH." (But you knew all that, yes?)
Please continue painting your story poems, Grace, they are refreshing and uncomplicated, and send messages sometimes--grin!
I really like the question at the end. Brings it all together in a very cool, unexpected way.
ReplyDeleteI had a hard time below ground in DC… I ended up paying the taxi drivers. The time I saved was well spent - The resting in and reaching for the sun's rays is certainly a salvation of some sort - it would be for me!
ReplyDeleteaw, love this. i don't commute via subway or bus anymore, and i really pine for it.
ReplyDeleteI really like the way you take us into the psyche of the image, the object, the subject.
ReplyDeleteNice imagery, Grace, conveying a sense of contentment.
ReplyDeleteI used to see more graffiti than I do now--I don't commute daily any longer--there is something powerfully moving about street art of all sorts I think--
ReplyDeleteYour words match the image perfectly. Two talents in sync. Well done. Have a beautiful weekend and as always, thank you!
ReplyDeleteLove this. So tight and yet open!
ReplyDeleteI love this...perfect combination of your words and the art.
ReplyDeleteThank you,
Siggi
I especially love the last line. Good question. :-)
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