Sensory Overkill


Surrounded by concrete and brick,
a jungle filled with roaring engines,
pedestrians and flashing lights
I am inundated

~with sensory overkill~

I stare out the windows
wondering if this small town girl
can live in a place
that is never quiet.


©Susie Clevenger 2011


Photograph: Lee Friedlander, from America by Car
 Picture Prompt: Magpie Tales 88
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Comments

earlybird said…
I don't think any city ever sleeps. It's that underlying background growl that gets to me.
Berowne said…
You've captured the spirit of The City. For a similar view, drop by...
Brian Miller said…
ah there is always so much to take in in the city...personally i love it, in doses...
Anonymous said…
Oh nice - you made a puente of it, well done! Even a relatively small city can seem too much at times...
Kerry O'Connor said…
The picture invites an in-depth look at the wages of city life. Your bridge poem was a great form for this poem.
Anonymous said…
"Sensory overkill" - excellent!!
Helen said…
I love big cities in small doses! Nicely penned .........
Lolamouse said…
I always feel sensory overstimulation when I'm in the city. Usually ends in a massive migraine!
Mystic_Mom said…
Love your take on this! I feel the same way.
kaykuala said…
Yes, frightening sometimes. We get over it somehow after a time!

Hank
Christine said…
The city is cluttered. Yes. Nice Take!!
I really like your thoughts on this one...
Jinksy said…
We were on similar tacks...:)
anthonynorth said…
I share such thoughts. Cities are to be visited, not lived in.
Tess Kincaid said…
The city that never sleeps...