Smoke fills your lungs
The scent alone carries you to another place, another time,
Green pastures, red gums,
Shut your eyes, breathe in,
savour this escape - so liberating, it is short lived,
The Screeches of rubber on asphalt penetrate your projection,
You are back within the midst of this concrete jungle,
A place where it is harder to breathe,
Yet not for the thick polluted air,
But For the claustrophobic confines of your mind.
very well wrote. excellent use of language.
"But For the claustrophobic confines of your mind."
Lovely piece Elly. I'm so so blessed to be living in the country. So liberating in thought and spirit.
The view from my window as we speak is so spiritually uplifting.
It's time to hack your own reality Elly. Pack your bags and head for the hills.?
Raj
This is beautiful. I can relate, since we all suffocate.
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keith jeffries
Sat 13th May 2017 09:32
Hello Elly,
This is a poem of some note as you deal with the physical and mental suffocation of urban living and the need to be liberated from it. There are many people who will relate to this. Well done. Thanks. Keith