The City of Tears.

I wrote this poem about 10 years ago. I was only 18 and living in Chicago attending the School of The Art Institute of Chicago (SAIC). It’s quite challenging to write poetry when you start counting syllables to capture the perfect rhythmic pattern all while trying to express what’s floating around in your head. Just wanted to share.

The City of Tears

The streets reflect
As the sirens protect
The fears we see within ourselves
The violent nights
The skyscraper heights
As we turn off our houselights

A mid summer storm
As the streets become warm
With the blood from another victim
With a rainbow of lights
As realty bites
A chunk from our delights

We grow cold with the weather
And another cow becomes leather
Rivers of blood fill our TV sets
The red lights
The gunfights
Is it as bad as it was last night?

The city of tears
The city of fears
A city, which refuses to die
The city of bitter cold
Never to grow old
The city of second chances
The city where art dances
This is the city of Chicago

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  • Jessi

    Your site is perfect!

  • larissa

    @ JoeFish – I just googled Lew Welch. Quite an amazing story about him.

  • Don

    I think it was musical artist Richard Rogers who once described artists, this way: You don’t choose to be an artist, you are born that way. Artists, whether they paint, sculpt, sing or scribe with the written word, have a greater capacity for love than the rest of us. It is your effort to express and share that love from which “Your Art” is created. It is your failure to express and share, that creates occasional insanity. Larissa, your painting and sculpted prose will often betray the conflict and pain you witness in the world around you. For the benefit us who care about you, please continue to paint and preach in rhyme. We all depend on your sanity and occasional blogs.

  • GlenB

    Larissa, you are as talented with the written word as you are with a paint brush. Can we see more of your poems?

  • Joefish

    This reminds me a little bit of Lew Welch’s Chicago Poem. Have you read it?