I grew up in the country, and when I moved (briefly - OH-so briefly!) to NYC to follow my dream of being a world-famous opera star, the biggest problem my Musician's Ears and I had was tuning out the noise. I simply could NEVER adjust to the perpetual sounds...so, needless to say, I was about as sleep-deprived as I'd ever been [before or even since!]
This poem evoked all those memories (read: hauntings). Outstanding job or conveying the bustle and non-stop assault on the ear drums!! Good luck in the contest. (When you win, the applause will be deafening.) xo
Comment Written 01-May-2019
reply by the author on 06-May-2019
Thanks for reviewing this - I've been busy of late and not on the site much, so sorry I'm just seeing this. I love New York in small increments, but love coming back to Chicago even more - seems like Mayberry after I've been in NY.
I think this is interesting how you start out praising the noise and excitement, but then go back on it by the end because you don't want to have it all the time. At the end of the day, you still wanna go home and relax after all the excitement.
Comment Written 23-Apr-2019
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2019
Thanks, Samantha. Whenever I'm in New York, I look forward to leaving.