Image: Up and Coming City Boy (here)
the 12 given words:
touch, lifelong, crown, close
sings garden lips parking tundra,
hologram (image made with
a laser where the objects shown
look solid, as if they are real)
stand, anyone,
city boys with a touch of class
with lifelong ambitions for the big
time to be crowned with success
where finesse favors the street-smarts
the wily and the slime
the country 'bumpkins' though are
close to nature singing songs in the
garden or lips humming with no parking
problems to impinge on privacy
so what then of the country boy?
less glamorous less demanding and
less expectations perhaps awkward
at times but their time and space
are expanse unimpeded
theirs is an environment very unlike
that of the cold of the tundra or the
desolation and rolling heat of the
desert to reflect a hologram
of happiness
confidence is suspect though perhaps
uncomfortable in formalities but to
stand tall solidly within an image
befitting of success
emotional success appropriately so!
anyone?
Sumana's at PU's Midweek Motif - city
MMT's Sunday's Whirligig #170
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I got a picture of professional fashion, and men standing still in the roles they must play. Of course, for success, the restrictions make sense and your poem sets up an interesting contrast.
ReplyDeleteI remember, at seventeen, finding an immense difference in city boys from the small town ones i went to school with. You have described this so well, Hank.
ReplyDelete'with a touch of class' sometimes mock the city boys no doubt. I love the contrasting images of 'city boy' and country bumpkins'.
ReplyDeleteTwo completely different they can be, faking one or the other may come to be.
ReplyDeleteSuccess is different for everyone.
ReplyDeleteThey can't be judged against the same benchmarks.. to each their own!
ReplyDeleteI prefer the naturalness, the honesty of the country bumpkins.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
No parking problems? There is no such thing :)
ReplyDeleteI'll go for the country guy any time! Loved your poem.
ReplyDeleteI've lived in various places but the city gent always seem to have an air of authority about them.
ReplyDeleteGood poem Hank.
Yvonne.
These days youngsters are attracted to the glitter and glam of the cities and the village song is lost somewhere.....
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