Thursday, December 8, 2011

Thursday Think Tank - The City

When we left Mexico City I was too young to remember much, so this poem is based on stories from my family and what I imagine it to be. Even if I tried I could not capture the grandeur of Mexico City in these lines, but I hope you got a small glimpse of the life there.



image courtesy of weheartit

Street sounds
such as cars honking and tires grinding
remind of yesterday
and the life we led in Mexico City
Sometimes
if I close my eyes
I can revisit my home in memory
The smell of sweet churros hangs in the air
while tourists and street vendors haggle
over the price of fresh fruit,
flowers, snacks, and handmade bright blue bowls
I can almost see the swirl of colorful clothing
and hear the rush of feet
existing in a city of 20 million

20 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Enjoyed this... I felt like I was there, too!

Old Ollie said...

Nice - during this read...I was there in your city.

Thanks!

Mary said...

Beautiful memories. I hope you will have an opportunity to go back. I was in Mazatlan, Puerto Vallarta, and Cozumel. I know I would have also liked Mexico City@

Marie said...

Your poem echoes memories in that
it engages all the senses.

rch said...

Yes I agree with Ollie, your imagery flows so smoothly it lets the reader become part of the memory.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You took me there and I saw the swirl of colors!

eflores said...

Amazing! This reminds me of my culture as well.

"The smell of sweet churros hangs in the air
while tourists and street vendors haggle"
Vivid imagery!

Erick Flores

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I love this — all the vividly created details — but I think I would love it even more without the last line. If you think that information is needed, maybe it could go in earlier somewhere? Or could you say, 'the rush of 20 million feet'? Perhaps it is just the word 'existing' which becomes too clinical, and all you would need to do would be to drop that? For the rest, even though they are things you have been told, you convey them so well it seems you do remember, and you make me think I can see and hear and smell them too.

Janet said...

Vivid! thank-you for the 'peek'.

Dave King said...

I'm a sucker for the remembrance of things past, and this is as good as it gets. You had my interest throughout. Great write.

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you for the tour...I can almost smell the churros...see the colors...

turtlememoir said...

your poem makes me see it, hear, smell, feel the high-paced, colorful life of its citizens - well done

kaykuala said...

Somewhat similar to what we experience over here, bustling city life on a smaller scale though.

http://imagery77.blogspot.com/2011/12/rat-race.html

Hank

Bodhirose said...

A bustling city that I would like to visit one day. And perhaps you will return there one day. Thanks for sharing.

Kim Nelson said...

You embrace the sensation of missing one's home and create a collage of all that makes it worthy of that emotion. Lovely!

Celestial Dreamz said...

very nice ... as if I was there too ...

Lady Whispers said...

You made me go in nostalgia in a way about my old house :)
Loved it :)

The Purple said...

vivid imagery.
smiles.

The Purple said...

Incredible work,
Happy Holidays….
if you write Haiku, welcome sharing with us,
1 to 3 or more are welcome.
no theme.
Hope to see you in,
Smiles!

Rachel Hoyt said...

Lovely poem! I have always wanted to go to Mexico City. It looks like an amazing place.