Saturday, 2 January 2016

Avenue Of Broken Dreams (December 18, 2015)

It's month end
Again.

As I walk
Down the Danforth
On my monthly pilgrimage
For food money
And transit tokens.

Striding past
A once thriving Mecca
For small independent businesses.

But
No more.

Instead
Dust mice and spiders
Now
Hold their daily courts
In these abandoned shops.

Everywhere
One looks
"For lease" signs
Have sprung up
Like a field of Dandelions
Assaulting ones eyes.

The lucky property owners
Have found
Their "Sugar Daddies"
Or "Sugar Mommas".

In rich developers
Seeking to build
Condo towers
With their gentrification
Dream.

Leaving the community
Bereaved and poorer.

As part
Of its soul
Is left behind
To die.


Therisa © 2015


Author's Notes: I live, in 1 of 13 communities that the city of Toronto and various NGOs have labelled, as "high priority neighbourhood", which translates, into English, as high levels of poverty, with the lack of resources and willpower to change this. Even convenience stores have gone bankrupt, here.

4 comments:

  1. You have captured the urban decay poetically Therisa. Hope 2016 is a good year for you. Thank you for your kind words over at my blog.

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  2. Thank you, Carrie, for your wonderful words, in describing this poem, of mine. As for, my comments, on your blog, I do mean them. Only wish more people were considerate and compassionated to those, in help of help. Thank you, again.

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  3. A heartfelt lament Therisa. Hope This Year of The Red Monkey brings rewarding changes

    Much love...

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  4. Oh, you have expressed so very well what is happening everywhere...really sad to see. Sometimes though as time passes gentrification DOES happen, and these neighborhoods turn into the 'hip' place to be!

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