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 am in the middle of setting up my office space so I can do some heavy lifting today. (work not related to substack or art) I was trying to move on from substack, but everyone who follows you has shared a little piece of your poem today. Each one was short, so I read it as I scanned across the notes section and saw their restack. I finally had to relent because each shared part was so good. So here I am to point out this one. There is some stuff in my office that is supposed to go to the homeless people and I haven't delivered it. It's left over from a previous effort. I shall make good use of them. Thank you for bringing that to my attention today. There is a lot going on and it is cold outside. Also, in this poem I had a line for the people driving on the road. (in my mind, traffic has been much on my mind) They have me worried for my kids and my children and my extended family, my friends and shoot; everyone I have never met. I am grateful to you for your thoughtfulness. I am adding a" to do" to my list. May we have more dreams to the sun, I am focusing on those from now on. It's easier to see the homeless and take the extra time and energy for them when you are HAPPY. PEACE.
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.
BOOM :
"Homeless peoples’ cardboard
poems go unread.
I wonder if this morning crowd
is alive or dead"
Okay, this is a really nice poem.
I am in the middle of setting up my office space so I can do some heavy lifting today. (work not related to substack or art) I was trying to move on from substack, but everyone who follows you has shared a little piece of your poem today. Each one was short, so I read it as I scanned across the notes section and saw their restack. I finally had to relent because each shared part was so good. So here I am to point out this one. There is some stuff in my office that is supposed to go to the homeless people and I haven't delivered it. It's left over from a previous effort. I shall make good use of them. Thank you for bringing that to my attention today. There is a lot going on and it is cold outside. Also, in this poem I had a line for the people driving on the road. (in my mind, traffic has been much on my mind) They have me worried for my kids and my children and my extended family, my friends and shoot; everyone I have never met. I am grateful to you for your thoughtfulness. I am adding a" to do" to my list. May we have more dreams to the sun, I am focusing on those from now on. It's easier to see the homeless and take the extra time and energy for them when you are HAPPY. PEACE.
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 🙏 🙏🙏
Yes, indeed. :)
"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.