Showing posts with label crowd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crowd. Show all posts

Sunday, November 5, 2017

CROWDS OF PEOPLE



Crowds of people.
Cars honking.
People shoving.
Where are they going?
A blur to me.
A mass of humanity.
Hurrying to their end.
No individuality.
No manners.
Only a need to get somewhere fast.
Trapped in their thoughts.
In a hurry to go nowhere.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE FALLS















The river flows black.
The sky lights up.
Red, orange, and yellow bursts.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening. 
My ears ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air. 
I'm lost in the frightened crowd.
Someone takes my hand.
I'm pulled to a building.
The door is locked and bolted.
I follow him from building to building.
Until we find an unlocked door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door slams shut behind us.
Lines of cars face us.
I look up to see his face.
He turns away.
He leads me down a ramp.
I dig in my heels.
I must see his face.
He turns to me...
I wake up.
I still wonder...about his face.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

TEARS OF A CLOWN


Who are we?
What are we?
What do our faces
reveal about ourselves?
If we smile, does that
mean we’re happy?
If we cry, are we really
that sad?
Do we exaggerate our feelings
for the better effect?
Yes, we all do.
Take a closer look at the next
person who laughs or cries
before a captive audience.
See if they are showing true emotions
or just emoting for the benefit of others.
Who are we?
What are we?
What do our faces
reveal about ourselves?
If we smile, does that
mean we’re happy?
If we cry, are we really
that sad?
Do we exaggerate our feelings
for the better effect?
Yes, we all do.
Take a closer look at the next
person who laughs or cries
before a captive audience.
See if they are showing true emotions
or just emoting for the benefit of others.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

rosiesdreams:

Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar 

I love this picture.
It brings many images to mind.
An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise
of land near a small body of water.
Darkness is surrounding the cabin
but there’s a light inside.
Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.
Someone is home.
Who lives there?
Why would someone want to live
far from the madding crowd?
Does the person ever feel lonely?
I don’t see a car.
How does this person travel?
I want to peek into the window.
Should I?
rosiesdreams:
Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar
I love this picture.
It brings many images to mind.
An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise
of land near a small body of water.
Darkness is surrounding the cabin
but there’s a light inside.
Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.
Someone is home.
Who lives there?
Why would someone want to live
far from the madding crowd?
Does the person ever feel lonely?
I don’t see a car.
How does this person travel?
I want to peek into the window.
Should I?

Sunday, April 13, 2014

BEING INVISIBLE


Do you ever feel invisible?
That no one is listening to you
or remembers that you exist.
We all feel that way at times.
Just join the invisible crowd.
Do you ever feel invisible?
That no one is listening to you
or remembers that you exist.
We all feel that way at times.
Just join the invisible crowd.