Bucolic Life

I tiptoed past,
Shocked at my former state.
This alternative lifestyle,
Living on the edge,
Lacking balance,
Showing no sense
No care for others,
No recompense
Just busy city living
No foresight, hence

I took a leap
Into the bucolic
Leaving the grey for the green.
Fields open,
Welcome me.

No, I don't miss what's gone,
Not looking at the potential
For what is coming along.
Forces of hope, heart and power

Ahead only giant strides,
Synergy of strength abides.

© Leonora Sophie

Repression

Breathing in

Sucking out

There's nothing about this place

That makes me want to shout about

Freedom

Expression

Warmth

And feeling

Every day ends staring at the ceiling,

Counting the cars I hear

Never stopping

Always going

Somewhere to be

Always doing

Something

Nothing

Keeping busy

Suffocating

Forgetting to breathe,

Feel relief

Or even remembering just what it was.

© Leonora Sophie

Noises

If its not the cars

Its the crows

Endless noises

Including my toes cracking

Ears collapsing

Where is there peace?

© Leonora Sophie

The Tokyo conform!

Tokyo, Tokyo,
Wherefore art thou Tokyo?
Technology is rife
and the people act like Pinnochio.

Must dress smart,
Must conform,
Society is so demanding.

Must work hard
Must play the right card
Or, it's me my boss is reprimanding.

Heels, make up, dressing higher
And higher goes my skirt.

Boots and blush,
Brave the rush
And charge through the crowds.

Push, push,
Click, click,
Emails, phones.

Noisy people,
Angry people,
Customer drones.

I have a headache,
I can't see.
The lights are so blinding.

Now, it's night,
Tokyo is so bright and full of friendly faces.

Smile and Laugh
And look around
And remember what a great place this is.

© Leonora Sophie


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