Saturday, July 29, 2017

a poem by Adrien in response to the prompt, "No More Visiting Poets."

Let the city speak for itself
In the thrum and patter
Of wheels over manholes,
And chatter out the open bars' doors,
The clatter of dishes
In the stainless waste sinks,
And the rise and fall
Of the sirens' wail --
We don't need no visiting poets!

We don't need no visiting poets
To show us the swish and glide
Of folks on the sidewalks,
Making ballet of walks to
Shop or to work,
To play or to home.
We see the rush of colors,
Hear the symphony of sound,
Catch a glimpse of our
Wonderful selves in the
Plate glass and neon graced
Puddles of yesterday's rain.

No, we don't need no 
Visiting poets to slam our
Noses into the stench
Of urine soaked alleys,
Overfull dumpsters,
Or the reeking bundle of clothes
In a doorway that holds a soul.
The city speaks and sings to us of
Poverty, injustice, beauty and wealth.
Today, in this moment, mind and senses aflame.
We don't need no visiting poets. 

                                                          by Adrien Helm

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