Getting caught in the Metropolitain
Generations are mixing together
in the layers underneath the city.
Modern technology made this
possible, and still powers
what’s going on beneath the streets.
Immerse yourself, and get caught
in the web conceived before
19 took the lead.
And get caught in the web that
reaches beyond the borders of
the city itself.
Get caught in the web of halls,
tracks, stairs, gates, color coded
direction indicators;
people moving about with their
minds singularly set
on reaching where
they want to go,
for whatever reason.
Get caught in the smells and sounds
of the different cultures, ages, genders,
religions, classes, occupations,
mixing up in the melting pot above.
Emerge from it all, the bowels of the city,
and if you’re lucky
Pachelbel’s Canon
will greet you;
10 or 12 stringed instruments
overpowering your iPod earplugs;
penetrating the bubble
of your self-chosen solitary
confinement -
the protecting shell of your
current favorite playlist and book -
stopping you in your tracks
snapping you out of your daily
commute trance induced by routine.
Get caught in that music. Get caught!
Enjoy it, deliberately miss your connection,
and probably the start of that first meeting,
to dream away a little bit.
Getting caught in the métro was written on a prompt from the dVerse Poets Pub, and posted as a respons. Be sure to read the other poetry written for this prompt as well.
nice..i like the idea of deliberately missing the connection and just drive on to where ever the train take you…nice…i love daydreaming…and i love all the scents and different cultures and sounds and music and sighs and shrieks in the subway…nice…
Get caught in the smells and sounds
of the different cultures, ages, genders,
religions, classes, occupations,
mixing up in the melting pot above…and this was just right after my own heart…smiles
Thank you Claudia. And I have to say, that the part of deliberately missing the connections actually happened once or twice…
i like your attitude of getting caught in the whole sensory and experience of being there on the subway with all those people and different things going on.
alive on subway senryu
Thanks, Zongrik (hmm, now I’ve read what that stands for, I feel a bit weird adressing you as such…). Anyway, love the feeling, too. Thank you for stopping by and leaving a link to your senryu. Liked it very much.
nice…love it…you certainly capture the texture of the magic that is the subway…all the different types of poeple coming together in one place yet the journey is as much the destination to me when i ride it…smiles.
Very nicely done. Fantastic illustrations. The entire emerge from it all stanza stands out to me, so very cool. Thanks
Thanks. I was a bit struggling with the poem, because the emerge part is almost a separate one. In the end I decided to keep it together.
This has a wonderful insistence and expectation about, as you exhort others to accept such multiplicity and change.
Thanks, Chazinator!
I felt bombarded with all the sensory experience of the commute ~
Get lost and learn next time when you need to get off..ha…ha…
Happy day to you ~
Hope you enjoyed that bombardment. THank you for stopping by.