The Faceless City Comments

This is a beautiful poem on faceless city having touching expression and nice collocation. The following lines are much impressive. In these hurricane of faces with fleeting passions or fixations of their own What chemistry could I discern? A zest for life- or its absence? A search for a life lost in living? A fight for survival Or A passive surrender to the inevitable?

A zest for life- or its absence? A search for a life lost in living? A fight for survival Or A passive surrender to the inevitable? I do not know— I fail to define I fail to divine. A real thoughtful poem.

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Wonderful poem, it's depth scurries through the city, seeing and explaining everything in rapid detail. Loved the descriptions of people, can imagine being there and seeing all this as you're seeing it. Have been to New York also, used to go to the Village every weekend, always something going on there. Want to thank you for your comments on my poem: Nightmarish Dreams. I'm delighted that you enjoyed it. It's nice to know that I'm doing something good. Thank you. RoseAnn

I lived in New York for many years in the borough of Brooklyn. It is the city that never sleeps. It is a mixture of many races, religions, cultures, and creeds. Even though this is the case it seems that this mixture comes together to make a good tasting stew. If you can overcome its hectic life and constant source of entertainment you will make it. The city that never sleeps but is never tired can't be all bad. Nice write.

A passive surrender to the inevitable? I do not know— I fail to define I fail to divine. Valsa George very nice imagination a complete journey well thank

After just spending last night, on the streets of Manhattan, I can see how you would find the city racing at a maddening pace, with a never ending parade of personalities. At times, seemingly impossible to fully digest, or keep up with...but, do not miss that they is indeed an underlying heartbeat, that pulsates fluidly, and offers the very lifeblood to those who seek a cacophony of culture and creativity. While it can be overwhelmingly abstract, it is also pure in it's warmth, humble and welcoming. Amid the titan towers of marble, stone, steel and glass, you'll discover and uncover the true heart of the city. What an excellent, descriptive tour of the town, you've provided... I loved it...and I AM a native New Yorker..PEACE

I thoroughly enjoyed this narrative of a open minded take it as it comes trip along New York streets. Sydney is also very multicultural and the whole world will soon walk past. What a great hope for a blended humanity you have painted. A fine read and journey with an inconclusive end which could allow the writer another trip to find a conclusion, no matter how elusive or illusionary.

The city of twin ghost towers Is yet a city of hope Where some find true lovers And others live on a thin rope In many ways, it resembles our Mumbai and I have been stunned by the sight of crowds spilling out of local trains in CST station. It is almost like looking at the raging frothy sea and you suddenly feel insignificant and with that a feeling of divinity too. Very good work!

I have read Adam Mayblum`s article ' We are on the 87th floor- something is wrong that traces the moments of terror experienced by the author and his colleagues. Madam Valsa, your poem is an appendix to such an essay with enough stuff for much more inner reading. A poem with in depth analytical strength of the kind required! Well written Madam.

It sounds like a melting pot for all humanity. A good poem Valsa.

Wow Valsa this is a wonderful poem great description of the twin towers stabbing into the clouds now frozen in that daylight nightmare well done a definite ten

again with a love of this great poet - lullable lines to the soft corners lulling the waves to sleep in the garish light of neon bulbs with an eternal tumult

Keen observations of the great city of New York which faced the devastating terrorist attack and rebounded. There are many contrasts yet it moves on resilient. Your poem is a powerful presentation of critical observations of contrasting facets of the city. Living within 100 miles of the city I see it differently every time I visit it. Thank you for a beautiful poem.

2020-2027 hrs. A wonderful trip to a faceless city. Such city are everywhere spread in every district, state and country. Last few lines are telling and do bring alive the question whether have such cities are of any worth.living.

a grand texture of the faceless city drawn in an incredible flow and at the end is asked a question so pertinent!

Beautiful write! I live so far in the country, If I go out back and scream at the top of my lungs, only the bears would hear me. ~*~ Randy