Saturday, April 12, 2014

PAD - Day 12 - The City That Never Sleeps




The City That Never Sleeps

Sometimes in the depth of night,
I swear on all sacred, an apparition
soars in the lyric limbo between all
that was and what is still to be - -
There -  in shining sinuous streets
whispers a chant, a magic moment
where the spirit of nigh three thousand
gather, and catch one by the wrists - -
To bear witness
as, for an instant the gaudy, garish,
ghoulish tumble of shredded papers
spins as inchoate confetti of that bright
September morn whirling the heinous -
mystic maelstrom, each to melt into slivers
of shimmer, delicate and irrevocably shattered
as a single porcelain angel falling farther than
one hundred floors – from sparkling shimmers
rises a drawn breath exhaled in tinkled peals as
pure as a newborn infant coalesced into a collective
chorus distilled to a single singing soul –
as this apparition rises in celestial song to illuminate
the night – of the city that never sleeps–floating above
in opened armed embrace - before with a smoky sigh
filamented tender arms reach deeply into the moonlit sky
and
vanish   


38 comments:

  1. Oh Pearl...this is brilliant...it brought tears to my eyes, a lump to my throat and snatched my breath clean away...re-reading for the third time now...I hope you can get this one published.

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    1. Awww Sharon - I am humbled by your comment - So very very deeply appreciated. Perhaps I will send this one out to fly :)

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  2. So beautiful - a maelstrom of words magically woven.

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    1. Thank you so very much Viv - that word malestrom just wouldn't be left out of this poem :)

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    1. Thank you JCN - It is a paint-by-number appearing and transferred to type :)

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  4. This takes my breath away, Pearl. Brilliant images here. A poem I FEEL.

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    1. Oh Mary - what a fantastic comment - I am beyond delighted that you so enjoyed :)

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  5. A nation has a coming of age moment sometimes on a foreign field and sometimes at home. Strangely many from other nations thought that the US joined their number on that day.

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    1. Yes, I do agree... I also personally believe that we might very well have squandered a marvelous opportunity of a moment of global good-will - but everything for a reason... yes we were rudely awoken from our previous innocence on that still-unbelievable morning

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  6. Sometimes you need to reach up into the heavens to rest and draw breath..such a rapid flow of images and feelings..

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  7. Wonderfully written, as ALWAYS!!

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    1. His Misky - Oh what can I say to such a delicious comment - but thank you with all my heart! (and yes your comment is here - I had comment moderation on and it didn't pop up immediately - ).

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  8. Not sure where my comment went, Pearl, but I loved this.

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  9. such intensity here... packed with motion

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    1. Thank you for stopping and taking the time to comment - so very much appreciated :)

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    1. Thank you for stopping and reading and taking the time to leave such a wonderful comment. :)

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  11. I like the idea of a lyric limbo, great description throughout. Nicely done.

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    1. Danny - thank you so very much for stopping, reading and commenting - happy you enjoyed that idea of a lyric limbo :)

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    1. Hi Magic- took me by surprise too - so much so that I double checked the meaning to be sure it was what I was really saying!

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  13. Oh my :) ... Thank you for these beautiful comments - I will be back on-line later in the day to respond individually - and to read and comment on other poets ...Thank you once again - each and all are so very deeply appreciated

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    1. Good to hear you will be visiting other poets from the pantry as well...as we all do enjoy visits to our blogs.

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    1. Thank you so very much for taking the time to comment - Very much appreciated :)

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  15. Beautiful writing about such a dreadful day. You made the most horrible sacred.

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  16. What an astonishing poem this is. I cant think of New York without remembering that day - I love your line "a collective
    chorus distilled to a single singing soul –" and love the idea of the souls flying about in that area at night in that city that never sleeps. A wonderful poem!

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    1. Sherry - I had some trouble trying to write a "city" poem and found it impossible to ignore this image that came together - thank you so very much - I am delighted that you enjoyed the spirit of the poem. What more can I say - but thank you - if I could reach through the screen and give you a hug I would :)

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  17. This is a hauntingly beautiful tribute to those lost that terrible day. Thank you for sharing it.

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  18. A most special memorial that should be widely shared - to bring comfort to those trying to find ways to live with an immense loss. Reminds me of Genesis: "...and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters..."

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    1. Oh my goodness - what an incredible comment - Nurit- I am humbled- Thank you -

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  19. I teared up as I read this, Pearl. Your words honor the city and its souls.

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    1. Oh my Brenda - your tears honor these words that come to me from where I often do not know - I do know that the words that come to me from you are often mightily inspiring :) Thank you

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  20. This, surely, has beauty i'd love to reminisce again & again. Bookmark worthy! smiles.

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    1. Thank you so very much. Delighted that you stopped by to read and enjoyed. Hope to see you again. Your lovely comment is most deeply appreciated ;)

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