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City Insomnia
by Kevin FehlenThis city is killing me.
I long for frozen fields,
And stars so bright.
Where silence is carried
on your breath that
floats to the moon.
Where the whiskey and
the cattails, tell
stories of lives
well lived.
I long for trees that speak
to us in the dead of night.
Of gravel roads and toads
I've always known.
But instead I live here,
in this city full of lights.
Asphalt jungles and plastic
people.
I contemplate the warmth
of your love to that
of a good hay. 11/07/2011 Posted on 11/08/2011
Copyright © 2024 Kevin Fehlen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/08/11 at 04:24 PM "I long for trees that speak
to us in the dead of night.
Of gravel roads and toads
I've always known."--Love that. Love those trees, too.
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| Posted by Lori Blair on 11/14/11 at 12:36 AM Wow! I too moved from country to city and fully understand what you mean..Excellent! |
| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 07/07/12 at 12:35 AM I can just picture those peaceful fields and gravel roads. Nice write! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/12/13 at 01:33 PM This country mouse loves to visit the city, but give me the fields. Congrats on POTD! I love the roads and toads, the breath that floats to the moon. That first line is definitive. |
| Posted by Gilly Wigley on 04/12/13 at 06:35 PM I too also love the "roads and toads"! |
| Posted by Megan Guimbellot on 04/13/13 at 01:30 AM You can't even imagine how much I relate to this. Gorgeous. I can't wait to read more. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/01/15 at 12:43 PM the city I suppose is where the soul seeks merriment and the country where it seeks fullfillment. I suppose the soul needs a bit of the former and a whole lot of the latter in order to function optimally and compose odes paying homage to a rose is a rose is a rose. lovely rose, this ode. |
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