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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:
Enjoyed this... I felt like I was there, too!
Nice - during this read...I was there in your city.
Thanks!
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@
Your poem echoes memories in that
it engages all the senses.
Yes I agree with Ollie, your imagery flows so smoothly it lets the reader become part of the memory.
You took me there and I saw the swirl of colors!
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
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.
Vivid! thank-you for the 'peek'.
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.
Thank you for the tour...I can almost smell the churros...see the colors...
your poem makes me see it, hear, smell, feel the high-paced, colorful life of its citizens - well done
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
A bustling city that I would like to visit one day. And perhaps you will return there one day. Thanks for sharing.
You embrace the sensation of missing one's home and create a collage of all that makes it worthy of that emotion. Lovely!
very nice ... as if I was there too ...
You made me go in nostalgia in a way about my old house :)
Loved it :)
vivid imagery.
smiles.
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!
Lovely poem! I have always wanted to go to Mexico City. It looks like an amazing place.
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