Went through a long, exhausting cold. Yes, of all things in the
middle of summer. My body was too drained of energy to accomplish much, and yet
my imagination kept churning at hyper speed with depressing thoughts on my
health, city pollution, deceptive people, the violence in our world, making
sleep a fidgety affair.
Grateful for the support of caring friends, and the creative
resources that helped me out of the funk. I exorcised the wretchedness out of
my system, and poured the chaos into Big City Blues, a photo montage, and poem
about my feelings for this beloved, yet maligned city. I feel cleansed, and
hopeful. If my art moves you, please write to me ...
Big
City Blues
city
lights glare
hard
edges everywhere
streetcars
screeching
cars
spitting fumes
frantic
rushing
vitriolic swearing
coldness
of a stare
saps
the heart bare
you crave the softness
of
rolling hills
cool
mists of waves
scents
of wild flowers
that smell of hope
you taste
its warmth
aware,
so aware
of
those who care
