The Living Graffiti

As I sit staring out the train

I see midtones splashed across the city

Only graffiti brightens it up for brief moments


As I walk down the street

I see a haze of people rushing around

Only graffiti pauses my life


It consumes me by its ideas

Strikes me with awe by its magnificence

Leaves me immobile by its audacity


It’s a story that needs no words

Music that needs no beat

Life that needs no breath


It’s just an inanimate

Injected with a heartbeat

Created to reach out to mine


Photograph poetry: graffiti I encountered while in Montreal (one of the most beautiful ones I have ever seen in the world)



This post is written for WordPress’ Writing 101 (Poetry) topic: Graffiti.


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