In this nation’s capital
The streets are wide
And empty
Comfort, structure and design
Happily meet
To hide the desperation within.
All is hierarchy and status
And form
Parliament the lone sentinel
On the hill
Surveying all below
In this nation’s capital
Lie secrets we would know
So beautiful in autumn
Before winter lays its cowl
Across frost covered pathways
A riot of colour
Speaks of hidden life and love
Born of some darker, older source
They say the residents there
Are not in touch
With reality
Yet little do they know or care
This city’s heart beats
Just like theirs
Just like theirs.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
I really enjoy reading your work
Your words are so touching and the way you describe things.. Lovely.
Thank you so much – just went and checked out your blog and love it! Looking forward to keeping up with your work! Thanks so much for dropping by and your kind words.
Beautiful, I love this!!!
Thank you!!
I always find cities have so many sides to them, the good, the bad and the ugly! I somehow always find them beautiful, even in a strange way, the ugly bits!
Yes, in many ways every city is different and every city is the same.
Such a perfect ending to an amazing poem.
Thank you so much!
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Love this poem, I have a penchant for images of cities/locations and have written a couple myself.
Excellent writing!
Thank you, so much appreciated!