City Mornings…first breath

City Mornings...first breath
City Mornings…first breath

First Breath…

The pitch streets surge,
growling motors a blur;
a slow awakening morn,
forces billowing cloud strata aside,
for the first glimmer of day.

Dim faces stare pensively
from frosted car windows,
launched into day unprepared,
coffee grounds clumsily scooped,
abide senses,
bench strewn, at home,
along with expectations.

Contiguous flashing lights
eclipsed by incessant shards, sun imposed,
while drivers squint,
grasping sunglasses,
all scrubbed and fragrant, they labor,
into the city laden air.

Coffee shops a buzz,
desperate dry mouths muttering,
lines of vacant pleas, shuffling,
like zombie queues;
heart starters all around, while
awaiting some modicum of clarity.

Fervent streaming,
like ants into the hives they stride,
and the babble of their collective voices
wafts like the hum of a machine,
and the air is thick, a burden,
in the city, where souls march
to a steady beat.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

6 thoughts on “City Mornings…first breath

  • July 14, 2017 at 7:22 PM

    Like cattle going to slaughter. Humans March to the tune of “Working for the man” day in day out. Starbucks grind the caffeine and the working class swill it down. Their high to start the day ahead. Traffic picks up spewing toxic fumes into the city grey. I don’t miss the fast life anymore Tony. Nicely expressed poem here. You nailed it.

    • July 15, 2017 at 1:17 AM

      Thanks Vincent, yes a not so fond memory of mine too. Glad you enjoyed it my friend.

  • July 14, 2017 at 10:00 PM

    Very expressive. Brought me back to the teeming streets of my hometown NYC where everyone walks shoulder to shoulder.

  • July 15, 2017 at 1:18 AM

    Glad I’m not there anymore Rasma, the quieter life for me. Pleased you enjoyed the work. Cheers!

  • July 15, 2017 at 6:44 PM

    Well do I remember those morning streets teeming with cars filled with people who would rather be elsewhere. Such expert phrasing, Tony. Well done.

  • July 15, 2017 at 9:35 PM

    Thanks Phyllis, yes a memory of days gone by for me too. Cheers!


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