Concrete Dwellings

Concrete Jungle

A city view offers so many interesting aspects of people hidden within their spaces, balconies low or high, empty or full, flowered or barren, secrets hidden behind them, indoors the rage or despair, happiness or sadness, drunkenness, doped or medicated for survival. The young and old alike have a view of city days and nights. Weather prevails their decisions to traverse, I’ve seen them with umbrellas sitting out in the rain to get their puff and saturate their addictive lungs, I see them coughing, spitting, yet taking that drag with enjoyment. Addicts we all are to a degree, those sufferers of fate. Yet the balcony draws us out whether clothed or naked, I’ve seen them dance in the moonlight, lovers embraced, with reckless abandonment, not caring who is viewing from afar. Lovers are most daring, locked in each others arms, penetrating regardless of day or night. Sexual pleasures hold no bars from within, outdoor romance is most pleasurable indeed.

The pigeons, hawks and even Ravens compete for air space as they circle about these cages of high-rise sanctuaries. A bird’s-eye view with grace they float, dive and flutter in the air surrounding humans. All the while, knowing, that they are safe keeping their distance away from the perch of balcony railings. I’ve seen a pigeon caught by a tenant, I supposed he felt a desire for a featherless stew. He shamed himself, a kill in hand, then quickly ran back into his four-walled prison.

A balcony is a get-away from the space within, it offers a temporary haven of sorts, the staleness of being cloistered inside four walls, a new breath of fresh air, a breeze from a Spring or Summer day, a caress of the moonlight on their cheek or even a dance naked in the pouring rain, loneliness creeps over their souls, drawing them outside for a spell, releasing them from fears of possible claustrophobia or any other type of phobia.

I’ve seen through binoculars tears falling from their faces and wondered why, who, what is causing them to flow? I see them with a phone to their ear, or in deep thought with elbows on railings, what is going through their minds I’ve wondered? These concrete prisons we live in, offer us independence of course, the freedom to meet others or be reclusive and private. There are so many types in every naked city, thousands dwell behind these invisible concrete jungles, each with their own story. I’ve seen many souls young and old come out from within to shed their feelings from their balcony on high, all vanities shed, they are simply alone, nobody knows why they come out, but I sense, it’s never only for the view, sometimes it’s to end it all.

Vincent Moore

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Concrete Dwellings — 10 Comments

  1. Hi Vincent … a very though provoking glimpse into the lives of others. Like you I have lived in such a setting and often sat in wonder at what was happening with people. The small town where I have my home has balconies as well… smiles… they are all a few feet above ground. On warm summer evening you will find small gatherings, you will find that person caught up deep in thought … Sometimes that simple little wave offers to them they are not alone. Very interesting read my friend…

    Hugs and Blessings

    • Thank you Rolly. Indeed, I’m always amazed at the array of different characters that display themselves in so many ways on their balconies. I think it’s an extension of indoor living. The freedoms expressed, I know I feel the same at times, the desire to get out from between these four walls. A balcony offers up freedoms that we all need. A simple wave is an expression of, your not alone. Hugs and blessings to you my friend.

    • Thank you Amy, indeed they are interesting dwellings, and so many of them in every city. Ribbons of cement create an atmosphere of seclusion. I’ve lived in both most of my life and now am back among the apartment dwellers. I must say, there are many benefits as well attached to living in them. I enjoyed raising a family in a home, but living a single life, an apartment now fits the bill. Hugs

  2. The concrete jungle; a revealing and self-professed seclusion from the inner city. I am not a city dweller by heart but have taken to a more urban lifestyle in recent years out of necessity. I am one who leans toward a more private existence, not one of seclusion yet I do not outwardly share my life circumstance nor personal experiences, preferring instead to maintain a sense of privacy.

    Having suffered the challenges of anxiety for quite a few years now, I tend to refrain from ‘connecting’ in a direct way with those who walk the sidewalks, sit wrapped in a blanket curbside or rant on street corners about the world’s end in coming. Instead I nod, smile and walk on my way. When I am able I share what I can for those in need. I walk in relative seclusion for my health and cleanse the mind and soul of the day’s stresses. I gravitate toward toward parkland, wide open spaces free of the congestion and polluted confluence of city streets.

    Still, I feel enriched for having walked the downtown corridor several times a week, if only for fifteen minutes or so to maintain that sense of being connected to humanity that shares public space. I feel bad that in this day so many who pass by feel more compelled to look down to the sidewalk in nervous distrust, some who even cross the street a block ahead to avoid the imminent eye contact or even a smile.

    I am a person drawn to life and elements of our living space that reflect an ‘order’, not out of any obsession but at least a feeling of tidiness, attention and greater caring perhaps. We each have our own makeup that twists and weaves as the winding roads and pathways we travel day by day.

    I enjoy your writings as always Vincent. Your perspective keeps me fresh and alive knowing that people still exist and mingle with humanity, feeling a sense of desire and purpose.

    • Don although I live in the city, I can also keep secluded and private. I am too much of a loner and I choose who I want to talk with and for how long. I notice many busy bodies living in apartments, wanting to know each others business. I steer far away from those types. I appreciate your wanting to live a more urban lifestyle, I too enjoyed that style for a number of years as well. I would sooner live deep in the woods and come out to visit the city periodically. I just never took the bull by the horns to achieve that. So living in the city has its perks as well, especially if it’s not too big and busy. I don’t want to be among an army of ants every day, nor being a follower in the masses to get from here to there. I like that you state that you don’t connect in a direct way and that’s okay too. Not everyone of us want to sit and chat with the homeless, nor have the time too. Many of us have our own set of priorities as we work through our days. I too enjoy the parks and wide open spaces, since I still drive, I can do that. But also because I’m in the inner city, I can walk out my door and step right into the crowds as well. I enjoy doing both, it offers up inspirations for my writings. Yes there is mistrust out there and a lot of sad, lonely and mentally challenged medicated peoples walking about. Those are very sensitive to strangers and usually shy away from any help. Then there are the others who are bold and forceful at times, those one has to be cautious of and treat differently, but also I find with understanding. I generally have a good sense of people, who to chat with, who to stay away from, careful of the cons out there. I enjoy giving, but not to the greedy and takers who I immediately know are only interested in my coins nothing else. Yes Don we are all individuals wearing different makeup, I sense you are a very kind man, but also reserved and cautious and that is a great instinct to have. I’ve been burnt a couple of times by people who took advantage of my kindness, but I don’t judge, I merely move on along my journey of discoveries. If I was able to make some sense to somebody out there, got them through their day a little easier, then I’m pleased. You have deeply expressed yourself here Don and I appreciate that so much. Writers are sensitive creatures, we feel life as a whole and try to understand it. Life is all perspective, it’s how we as individuals try to understand it’s twists and turns, as well how to cope living through it all. Peace and blessings my friend, keep well.

  3. As they say the city has thousands of stories to tell. Before I moved to Latvia all my life has been spent in apartment buildings. Luckily in a neighborhood where you had the freedom to walk along the waterside and to enjoy many different parks. I always felt kind of confined during the summer so I soon discovered to be innovative in the city. Along the waterside I could feel the breezes and a touch of freedom, up on the rooftop at night was like stepping into a fantasy world and even when I had long outgrown swinging I swing at a playground gave me the feel I could fly and this made summer city living easier. Thank you for bringing me fond memories.

  4. I think everyone should have a chance to swing in a city. It opens up ones horizons to the knowledge that we are never alone. It’s hard to be lonely in a buzzing city, just getting out and walking about the streets or the seaside or rooftops is fulfilling. I’ve been a city kid most of my life, although I’ve been able to travel and see how others live in the great expanses. I love the lake, sea, woods and mountains. So when I’ve had a chance to experience them, I’m off like a flash. Indeed every city has thousands of stories and many of us live behind masks. It’s so much fun when we can shed that mask and breath deeply, taking in all the senses that surrounds the city life. But getting away for a time to the open spaces and water. Hugs my friend.

  5. Wow! Masterpiece of a side of city life that many people never think about. Beautiful emotional poetry Vincent. (At least it made me emotional). I love cities but they can be lonelier than an open , empty field sometimes.

    • City life isn’t for everyone, I’d sooner live in a cabin in the woods, near a babbling brook. However I’ve been cursed to live among the concrete dwellers all my life. All the rippled, sad, faces drudging through each day. The 9 to 5ers are plenty, I wonder how many really like their jobs? Oh well, I watch, observe and pen my thoughts. Thank you Veronica for stopping by, it’s been awhile. I sometimes would prefer to be out in that open field and away from it all.