My ears hate the scandalous honking cars and buses. My eyes are hurt by the sight of children sleeping beside roads and under bridges. My nose are irate with the stinky smell of cigarette and engine smoke. My tongue can taste the bitterness this city’s chaos spoke. Yet my skin can feel the powerful tingle of my dream-burning bones.
Hellish oh surely,
for dreamers it’s heavenly.
Work hard, play harder.
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Oh city life…it can be really harsh; but can be the answer to anyone’s dream..
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yes dear! that is true. you almost always curse its stink and noise and dirt but then jobs are there.
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Oh, I agree!
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thank you, Kim! 😀
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Cities.
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🙂
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“My tongue can taste the bitterness this city’s chaos spoke. Yet my skin can feel the powerful tingle of my dream-burning bones.” Sigh.. these lines are so raw and passionate, Rosemarie ❤️ Beautifully written.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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oh wooow. i cannot thank you enough dear! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Wonderful poem Rosema. You are right, there is something about a city. Once you have lived in one there is something there that keeps drawing you back.
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indeed! it’s mastering the art of loving and hating all at the same time. 😉
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A powerful sensory expose.
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oh wow. thank you!
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It would be unbearable without the dreams
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i agree. 🙂 thank you for reading!
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I can taste and smell the pollution in here and the rough trade-off with the promises and jobs it holds. Well written Rosema :o)
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oh wow. i am glad you smelled and tasted what I wrote. 🙂 Thank you very much! ❤
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Reblogged this on Creative Writing Reblogged.
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thank youuu! ❤
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🙂
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Wow! I think Bjorn’s prompt touched a nerve.
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indeed. 🙂 thank you for reading!
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A powerful poem! Wonderful! So sad that children are homeless!
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that is true. the saddest is that there are a LOT of them. sigh.
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That is so sad! We don’t see children that are homeless here. They get put into the Foster Care system.
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That is better. Here… i don’t know what’s on our officers mind. Sigh.
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I wish the homeless children there could be put into the foster care system which is putting them into homes with families and being raised as one of their children.
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i sadly think there is no such thing here. 😦
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That is very sad there are no Foster Care System there. That would give orphaned children homes and families to call their own.
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that is true. a sad reality for a 3rd world country. -_-
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I didn’t realize that Philippines was a third world country. Yes, that is a sad reality. Children should all have homes and families of their own.
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yes we are a 3rd world country. plagued with corruption and injustices. sigh.
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That’s very sad.
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Shivers, my dear. You took the appeal and temptation of the city with the ugly truth of living in it and combined them flawlessly! I could smell the disgusting smoke, and I could also taste the dreams that lie in the cracks on the concrete. As a city girl who loves NYC, I know this crazy contradiction of citylife, to love it and hate it simultaneously, and you my friend, have nailed that crazy contradiction in this piece. I am in awe! ❤
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Oh wooow. What an epic comment my dear! YES! I can see how we can completely relate!!! Cheers to the city girls hustling and bustling for their dreams!!!
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I’ll cheer to that!!! ❤
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YAY! 😀 😀 😀
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Oh this is wonderful, the bad side as well as the temptation.. we have so many reason to be disgusted, yet the lure is there.
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yes. lure is the word. thank you, Bjorn! I think i was not able to follow the rule of not making a traditional haibun (facepalm). forgive me. 😀
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“My tongue can taste the bitterness this city’s chaos spoke”
I like this line best.
And yes, dreams hover on cityscape.
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oh wow. thank you, Lill! 🙂
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I love the way you vividly capture the city life.
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awww. thank you dear Muse! ❤
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You’re utmost welcome! Have a blessed day. 🙂
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blessing back to you! ❤
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Oh, thank you! ❤
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you’re welcome! 🙂 ❤
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And these are some of the reasons I escaped city life. I rarely go back, only when forced and then I leave as quickly as possible. Good write and zi notice you stuck to the classic haibun form!
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Thank you, Toni!
And.. yes. (facepalm) was not able to do the task Bjorn said.
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Very striking and effective use of contrast in this, Rosema. The almost love-hate relationship we can have to a place
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thank you very much, Victoria. Indeed there is so much to hate and to love about a city. 🙂
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I love the last line and how it flows into the haiku. Just perfect my friend
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awwwww. thank you my dear friend! ❤
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You’re welcome
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❤ ❤ ❤
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WOWZA, wowza, wowza–fiercely Brilliant, Rosey!!!
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awwww. it’s a daily struggle sister. so it’s easy to write this. 😀
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I can imagine it well, from your description–so sad…
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i agree sissy. sigh.
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Yes, sighing here too–we have similar conditions in our cities.
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that is a sad truth sissy. ❤ ❤ ❤
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The world is a mess…
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sadly sister. 🙂 the only comfort we can have is our good God. ❤
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You are SO right, sister ❤
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awww. i am wise like you!:D
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You’re amazingly wise for one so young!!
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because i have wise sister!
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Ohhhh, how you warm my heart, dear one!!
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The city is certainly not a place to find peace and quiet.
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indeed, Bryan. Thank you! 🙂
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All the senses and emotional sensations are fully engaged! I was right there with you tasting, smelling, feeling. The dreamers are the keepers of hope. Great haiku. ❤️
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“The dreamers are the keepers of hope. ”
Oh my Momma Moon! Such a delightful comment! Thank you! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Aww, thanks Rosey. Momma Moon (((Hugs))) 💜💞
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❤ ❤ ❤
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I appreciate the assailing of the senses by the city–in the way you express it. I guess I’ve generally lived near cities and can go to and leave them, as desired. But you offer a perspective for those who live in cities and don’t (can’t) leave them. What is there is there for keeps. For good or ill. Maybe for better? I like the prose-and-poem form, which you use directly and effectively. So what hope the city, sister?
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This short piece is raw & powerfully moving. Thank God for the human ability to dream!
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indeeeed!!! Thank you for the poetic comment, Gilda!
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My great pleasure!
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❤ ❤ ❤
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I like how you describe the assault of the city on your senses!
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thank you very much! 🙂
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Love the intensity in your words and the solid use of the senses. Dreams vs. all that other stuff? hmm, tough one, I presume.
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indeed it’s tough, Mish. Thank you for the lovely comment!
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