Sin-city.
AD.(double click on pic for higer reso)
She slithers
through the night
and hides
the grim grime
as the city glitters
and bears
a false smile
soul-dead inside;
A baby wails
behind locked doors
its business as usual
as the Limos roll;
Her mother's heart
trips, the tight vice
constricts;
'Its money
babe'!
He snorts at her.
'Get in the car,
do some bz'ness,
just part your legs
then you can go,
babe!'
And
the baby wails
behind
locked doors.
posted by Pincushion @ 9:34 AM
23 comments
23 Comments:
wow
urban bleakness
human desolation
it's not a pretty sight/thought
but you focus our attention on it
and
we should never forget it
i agree with floots.
i like how you added the baby in this. their world is affected so much by this.
very cool painting :)
(btw, i have comment moderation on so that is why you don't see your comment right away)
hope you have a good day!
Hi Cushion
For some world is not all hues and lights. It's black and dark. The wails remain unheard-baby's and mother's alike.
Ironically the oldest profession, this remains a cruel blotch on human conscience...
Effective potrayal.
Just another day in paradise, isn't it? Stark piece. Comes stright at you. Well done.
It's the truth.
And as much as I wanted to look away, I just had to finish reading your words.
Harsh reality.
I loved the way the poem began but feel you rushed through the poem in the end. I feel, I maybe wrong, that the end can be made more powerful. Think over it. However, your other admirers feel otherwise. :-))
Cheers
Dan
A l;ovely nihilistic poem. The Picture is masterful in its equally angular contortions and nihilism. My next poem will be in your honour Pincushion..
Kind Regards
This reminded me of the things people do to get by. I'm always curious as to what drives them, why some "get out", and some "stay in".
Bleakly descriptive.
Well, some people have no choice. It's easier to say that they should look for alternative source of income, but "what?"
It's such a sad way of life! :(
this poem reminded me how sick the experience of life can be for some.
very effectively written.
Floots-No, its not pretty and its so easy to forget amidst all the glitz and glamour of city-life. Thank you for your thoughts on it!
Lorena-Thanks Lorena, glad u liked the painting; yes, its the children that are the worst sufferers in the midst of human tragedy and there was a project sometime back in Calctta where such children were were taught the art of photography and the documentary was 'Born into Brothels' (a fellow blogger Brad had brought it to my attention sometime back.)
Anamika-Thank you Anamika! your line 'the wails remain unheard-baby's AND mother's alike' is so very poignant and insightful. That's the crux of the matter!
Inkblot-Indeed, its paradise, in all its gory glory! Thank you for your thoughts..
Yvaine-Sadly life can be very very harsh and truth sometimes so unpalatable! Thank u Yvaine.
Dan-Thank you for your suggestions Dan. I understand what you are trying to say and I shall definitely think over it , constructive critique is always welcome! :))
Marcus-Good to have you back here! WoW!A poem in my honour, nobody has ever done that for me before, I am so so honoured,*bows* thank you, you are most kind! I am so glad you liked my picture too :))
Mermaid-Yes, theres are no simplistic answers to anything, are there?! Who knows what a person's psyche is like or the circumstances or their life? Sometimes theres a choice and sometimes there isn't!
Blue Athena-Choices are a hard thing to come by in life, most continue to grapple with circumstances all their life, whether of their own making or not..most often than not..
Illusion-..and then one wonders is life and illusion..?!! Hardly when it can sometimes be so 'sick'..and yet life goes on and people survive against all odds and thats what we need to remember and be inspired by!
ugly life somehow made watchable by your words that still portray the brute of man the way it should be portrayed.
CJ-I wish, there wasn't this ugly underbelly of life, but alas there it is....
My 1st time here. You got a way to describe the dark reality.
Hi Pins! Great complexity! There are several babies in this and you bring them all out. If it is ever going to get any better, we can't pretend the underbelly of life doesn't exist.
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Apocalyptic and prophetic all at once. Very intense and seething with an inner longing for something better, only the question is...what?
I almost missed the title..maybe the movie "Sincity"..inspired you for this piece which balances the modern,cold,city,buildings in the painting with the human story behind the people who walk thru it.Love these lines the most..
"As the City Glitters
a false smile
soul-dead inside;"
woe, my stomache lurched when I read this poem. It felt the hard facts of life, and what you gotta do just to get by, sometimes. Excellent effect: the baby crying. Loved the flow.
soho?
Bablu-WElcome! Glad you dropped by..yes reality is all too dark, most of the times, unfortunately.
Russell-Alas! Pretensions are what humans(so called) do best.
Lord-I wonder what you'd said!
Ganty-Yes, I've heard quite a bit about it, thanks for bringing it to my notice.
Nick-I wish I knew the answer to that..
Rama-I haven't seen the movie, but I found the name inspirationaly, I like its dark edginess, which is what this poem is all about. I like your perspective on it :)
Eating Poetry-Lovely to have you here!Thank you for droppin by.
The children/babies are the worst casualties and for no fault of their own.
Uber-Sort of!
Stark, cold reality that most of us push aside as someone else's problems/bad choices. Very good poem!
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