Pre-AP English – class 5

Extended Metaphor Poem

Mrs. Wiersig

April 24, 2015

 

The City that Never Sleeps

You might think I’m just

a nerdy, stuffy, or even crazy teenager

with brown hair

and dark brown eyes

But I know I am more

way more than a shy, book-worm, plain-jane girl

not a cozy country farm or an American-dream, white-picket-fence-with-a-red-front-door house

not a small town in east Texas where “everybody knows everybody”

New York City

the bustling New York City that’s always Lit Up with life

When I’m creating, obsessing,

or flailing my arms about

When I’m Lady Liberty, leading my generation with my eclectic ideas

of the meaning of life

I am New York City teeming with activity

workers, crafters, millionaires, beggars scurrying about

on subways, in taxis, in cars, and on foot as FAST as they can

But once delved into

my city can also be home to the lazy bum and the criminal

one with plans to fail and the other with schemes to conquer the world

not to forget the eccentric artist, musician

or the cute, little bakery’s owner

or the CEO

My mind becomes the going going going city that never sleeps

even in rest, it delves into the second world of the night life

after a pause only long enough for a coffee and a caffeine shot,

I’m working again, making, DOING

making life happen

The brown-haired, brown-eyed girl

is NYC

a shining, speeding, classic place all in one city