Shielding maddening spheres of life,
Idling melancholic needles of time,
Dwindling stress in remote corners behind,
Whistled away blues in the jazz of a pub.
Midnight calling of cathedral chimes,
Saxophone roars a sore penultimate tune.
5 Dollars on amber beer and ashen smoke,
Laden yet; Graven misery and growing paunch.
Gothic lovers lost in central park,
Snorting snuff and ringed tongues entwined,
Buxom harlots tempt beneath helium bright,
Pampering loners treading in city’s lights.
Fencing thoughts and gusty gale so might,
Waddling solitary in streets silvery white,
A feeling electric; suddenly arose alive,
As hands feminine grasped on mine tonight.
Shielding her from the flakes of snow,
An angel; Nay lady one of vibrant sight.
Feminine musk of vanilla blossoms myriad,
Brought coziness into my canopy’s delight.
She kissed; then merged onto subway crowd,
Happiness crept the barracks of my spine,
Feminity- thou art truly creations elixir,
Realized it vagrant; when groped purse same night.
5 comments:
a real beauty here Wandering Gypsy...the structure,the meter......just perfect :)
the streets of new york comes alive with bountiful images:)
Beautiful :)
And the twist in the end would have made O.Henry proud. There couldn't have been a better dedication to the great man! You've captured the important elements of his story here: the New York life, the twist in the end. Good job.
"Shielding her from the flakes of snow,
An angel; Nay lady one of vibrant sight.
Feminine musk of vanilla blossoms myriad,
Brought coziness into my canopy’s delight."
love your description...:) feminine musk of vanilla blossoms myriad...amazing! how did you do it?..!! wonderful.!!
bless ya!
Wow. I had to really slow down to appreciate this. Very nice. Beautiful feeling throughout. The twist ending saddened me a bit. Ah, a kiss from an angel, I'd have just handed her anything she wanted. I'd have just been disappointed she didn't ask.
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