This is a collection of thoughts and experiences of living in the urban jungle. Mind space is limited and my ink spilled over here. . .
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Rhythm of the City
Rhythm of the City
Mind racing. Heart thumping. Rhythms pacing. Music bumping.
Horns blowing. People walking. Litter flowing. Shoppers talking.
Taxis zooming. Buildings rising. Business booming. Fashion sizing.
Lights blaring. Shoes tapping. Passers staring. Awnings flapping.
Papers flying. Fires stoking. Babies crying. Poultry smoking.
Dogs pooping. Children playing. Seniors stooping. Parents praying.
Meters running. Trucks parking. Cops cunning. Drivers barking.
Bikers peddling. Traffic moving. Vendors meddling. Dancers grooving.
Singles moping. Couples holding. Lovers groping. Marriages molding.
Card sharks shaking. Stocks falling. No money making. Sellers calling.
Liquors flowing. No one’s buying. Discontent’s sowing. People dying.
This is the pulse racing Rhythm of my city.
drabble- n. a story written in exactly 100 words.
Image courtesy of Castle Galleries, artist- Paul Kenton.
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Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWonderful drabble! Thank you...
ReplyDeleteFun - love the rhythm! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for all the kind comments. When I wrote this, I was thinking of a really cool Rhythm & Blues beat. I love writing about NYC.
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