light drizzles
sprinkle the brick pavements
as I walk the streets
soaking in the rain of people and their fragrances
holding my avocado umbrella
closed in my hand
the smell of gasoline exhumes
from their opened underground caves
drowsing me
in their dreamlike smoke
crowds smother the sidewalks
lightly caressing each other's arms and shoulders
barely stirring
while lining up together
by the silver breakfast cart
the scent of hot coffee
drifting through the air
up above me
tree branches blanket the ceiling
of the wearisome sky
covering the hemisphere
in blue brown trilateral patterns
soon the sun begins to show its yellow head
lighting up store fronts and street vendors
changing the colors of the city
time seem to travel rapidly
everything suddenly moves in lighting speed
the sound of voices spring up with excitement
as the aroma of a new morning
descend upon us
My ode to my hometown, the place where I still live - New York City.
Friday 5: avocado, hemisphere, gasoline, ceiling, brick
Spring in New York
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I felt the love of New York here in your poem. It's beautiful. I could clearly envision all you were speaking so fondly of here. Have a nice day.
Oh yeah! Thanks for sending Karina my way. You are a good friend.
Back to see that picture and I must say it compliments this poem well. Did you take this with your camera after a rain in New York? See ya~
Yes, Michelle, the photo was taken in New York, after a heavy rain storm. I think it was during the end of March of this year.
I hope you will post more pictures on two lives. If for some reason you ever need someone to do a similar project with you like this I would love too.
OH, I love this photo, it is absolutely beautiful. And the poem had a wonderful descriptive quality to it, I almost felt like I was there!
Awesome.
this was such a wonderfully descriptive piece... i notices a lot of euphemisms only a home tyown girl would be able to make... i really enjoyed this visit to your home town.....
Descriptive elegance.
Love how you mix the idea of scent with painterly images.
I could almost imagine this to be a series of paintings in an art gallery!
Gemma
Meant to thank you so much for listing my blog as a National Poetry Month writer!
Gemma
i love this, i felt like i was there.
this poem is a beautiful tribute...It makes me wonder what other things I don't really know about New York
Simply beautiful. I've never been to New York, but I can picture it so vividly in my mind after reading your poem. Wonderful work!
Beautiful. It makes me want to visit New York.
thoroughly enjoyed the walk... the scents, sounds... the wet... the people... another beautiful poem lissa
A wonderful image of New York! I love the phrase: wearisome sky
covering the hemisphere
in blue brown trilateral patterns! Indeed, the whole poem is beautiful!
Yay our hometown!
I could smell the gasoline - I could see the morning light changing the colors of the city.
Much bloglove,
Frances
I've been to New York hundreds of times, but never in the Spring. This is a great write that took me on a beautiful walk through the cool city.
As a fellow New Yorker I can tell you this poem worked nicely. It was very visual.
How did I miss this one? A great poem showing the waking of a city, as seen through the eyes of a walking narrator.
I really enjoyed patchworking with this poem - some really vivid images. I love the way you weave sights and smells together to create the atmosphere.
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