When a tower rises.
Where towers rise.
Cast tall shadow
Upon tall shadows.
Hiding reasons from
Making of empty.
Void of place.
The streets are empty.
If you haven’t already, you should follow the Guardian’s Cities’ series talking about all things cities – a fantastic resource for spreading thoughtful insights about our urban built environment.
A recent article from the series that caught my attention featured a compilation of stories about people walking their neighbourhoods in their respective cities. As a self confessed urbanist, I revelled in these stories, reminiscing about the days I used to walk all the time.
This poem has the potential to cause some grief so please take with a grain of salt.
HOWW TO READ: To enjoy the entire piece, please read all three perspectives.
Something I noticed leaves me feeling uneasy.
In my more contemplative years, I learned of the phrase “empty drums made a lot of noise”. Deaf, I was at the time, a bit too young to understand but I still hear it now.