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Topic: Skyscrapers and the Cranes that Build Them
by Amanda J CobbI've seen the world's skylines
where they meet the clouds -
New York, Paris, Sydney...
countless lofty others.
Each has a distinct shape and feel,
their own sharp edge against the twilight.
Yet always, I feel choked,
trapped,
caged in by walls and towers
built so close
and so high
I lose myself
and the horizon.
What use in building towards the sky
when you can no longer see it?
These monstrosities of steel and glass
are cited by some
as the pinnacles of human achievement.
I can understand;
we are so small
compared to what we create.
But what, then, does that make of our gods? 11/13/2004 Author's Note: Topic from Joe Chiles. Hmm. Not the most creative take on the topic, but my muse is a bit out of practice. Will be tweaking this one. Any suggestions?
Revised May 2007.
Posted on 11/13/2004
Copyright © 2025 Amanda J Cobb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/17/04 at 06:40 AM We are small compared to what we create. God is pretty big isn't he or she? Extremely well thought out and fresh. I love the way we loose ourselves in what we created thus making us bigger and less insignificant! Beautiful. |
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