Beautiful poem and reassuring to know that in the midst of the crowd, God sometimes peppers poets and warriors like you who although you see their pain, defiantly dream your dreams, and in doing so raise the collective energy by offering them like silent prayers to the Universe on behalf of all.
I was above the 90th floor of the Sears Tower looking down on the ants scurrying and stopping at colored lights with a sense of godlike detachment until I realized that at the end of my shift I would be back in the ant trail.
I watched that thing go up as a kid. It must have been what the egyptians felt like when they saw the pyramids go up. I worked there briefly on loan to a corp. It's always been the Sears Tower to me regardless of it getting sold to china or whoever. Call it the She Gee Ping Pong and I'll still call it the Sears.
I was a small stickman even back in those days and got a lesson in the Windy City downtown with a slight ILL Annoyed breeze blowing. I leaned face first into the gale and lifted a foot, almost got blown back but could barely bring my foot down under gravity for the next step. All the while the Hefties in business suits were walking (with some difficulty) right into the wind tunnel. Made me feel a bit insignificant in the presence of Nature channeled by Tech.
This would make a great poem right here PJ! I'm a native and have been working in the Windy City pretty much all my life. I can totally relate to the experience of being/working in the city. Love the "Ill annoyed..." I use this word magic myself in another poem from my past called "Windy City Blues" which I may post here someday. Best to you - VP
Thank you so much for the lovely profound comment! 🙏🧡🙏 you totally nailed it!
Beautiful poem and reassuring to know that in the midst of the crowd, God sometimes peppers poets and warriors like you who although you see their pain, defiantly dream your dreams, and in doing so raise the collective energy by offering them like silent prayers to the Universe on behalf of all.
"A flow of people lost
in dark vexing thoughts
while on the river’s skin
waltz wavy white dots"
Lovely ...
Evocative.
I was above the 90th floor of the Sears Tower looking down on the ants scurrying and stopping at colored lights with a sense of godlike detachment until I realized that at the end of my shift I would be back in the ant trail.
Haha do you still call it the Sears Tower, too? Was this a memory?
I watched that thing go up as a kid. It must have been what the egyptians felt like when they saw the pyramids go up. I worked there briefly on loan to a corp. It's always been the Sears Tower to me regardless of it getting sold to china or whoever. Call it the She Gee Ping Pong and I'll still call it the Sears.
I was a small stickman even back in those days and got a lesson in the Windy City downtown with a slight ILL Annoyed breeze blowing. I leaned face first into the gale and lifted a foot, almost got blown back but could barely bring my foot down under gravity for the next step. All the while the Hefties in business suits were walking (with some difficulty) right into the wind tunnel. Made me feel a bit insignificant in the presence of Nature channeled by Tech.
This would make a great poem right here PJ! I'm a native and have been working in the Windy City pretty much all my life. I can totally relate to the experience of being/working in the city. Love the "Ill annoyed..." I use this word magic myself in another poem from my past called "Windy City Blues" which I may post here someday. Best to you - VP
Absolutely have to see you play the Blues.
Thanks so much for your thoughtful comment and sharing your experience on what this poem did to/for you. It really means a lot. 1000 thanks 🙏 🙏🙏