New York At Night -Vivienne Gucwa
The magenta of day
now sullied by mist and streetlight.
The streets fill like a drawn bath.
Clubs and restaurants swell
in song and dance as sponges
soaking in the crowds;
to be spit out by two a.m.
and the streets drained.
Michael A. Wells
I like the contrast of the night with the "magenta of day." Nice one.
ReplyDeleteThe silence of the late night city can feel so crushing... i think you capture that very well
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI have no heart for nightlife. I must be getting old for the buzz.
:)
Feels true reflection!
ReplyDeleteI love the metaphors in your poem.
ReplyDelete'song and dance as sponges
ReplyDeletesoaking in the crowds;'......nicely
said...
Nimble and rather wise...
ReplyDeleteLike a drawn bath...I love that...
ReplyDelete(sure hate the word verification Michael...would you consider taking it off for Magpie...pretty please...)
Down right truthful, but a girl can dream otherwise right!
ReplyDeleteSounds as though you have been there, done that ... loved this one Michael.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed all the watery words used!
ReplyDeleteDo think about abandoning word verification por favor! Cheers!
Interesting images. Reminds me a bit of "Spirited Away." Well written!
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't mind word verification.