An interesting challenge over at dverse. It has to do with music and writing a piece of your own poetry with the guiding line of a song. Perhaps a title.
This should be a lot of fun. check out dversepoets.com
Lady Nyo
POEM OF THE NIGHT
The streets are gleaming tonight
as if a million stars were brought to earth
flattened into urban mirrors
under lamp posts reflecting
an empty nothingness.
It is a dull mid-winter night
straining towards spring
with all intention of leaching
the dying season’s
last insult, unleashing it
upon mankind’s discomfort
one more time.
“A foggy day in London town”
Is what I think when I look down
This cotton-wool streetscape
But that has tune and purpose
and this muted stillness has none.
The rain left a muffling fog
mercifully erasing stark bones
of tree limbs reaching to the sky
black beggars on seasonal parade.
Yet,
there is a strange beauty to the night,
Transforming what was common,
Dissolving borders, barriers, dimensions,
making a mirage, an alien oasis.
Heavy mists swirl around the ground
lift past the unfocused light
combine with the creeping gloom
and turn a hand to pale mystery.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2017……“A Foggy Day in London town”, by Ira Gershwin, 1934/
August 16, 2017 at 7:36 pm
Oh I do love this poem… and how a night can be so beautiful… so well expressed in the penultimate stanza.
Transforming what was common,
Dissolving borders, barriers, dimensions,
making a mirage, an alien oasis.
Really we do like some myopic mystery don’t we?
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August 16, 2017 at 9:18 pm
LOL! Myopic Mystery. Yes, we do! Thank you brother Bjorn for reading this and your wonderful comment. Seeing the world through cataracts. LOL!
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August 17, 2017 at 12:27 am
The first stanzas really capture the BLAH that is life most of the time. To misquote another song, mid-winter can really mess you up the most.
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August 17, 2017 at 1:44 am
“A foggy day in London town” Is what I think when I look down This cotton-wool streetscape…wonderful description! I too love a beautiful foggy night…sigh.
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August 17, 2017 at 2:15 am
Me, too, Toni. Thank you for reading and your comment. I’ll be over tomorrow.
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August 17, 2017 at 2:16 am
Well that’s a new take on the poem. LOL! I love winter, I find it to be the most creative space on the calendar. Thank you for reading.
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August 17, 2017 at 5:37 am
Oh wow! I love the imagery of the mists and fog. I embrace the fog and the cold. Winter is also my favorite season. The first amazing verse pulled me right in and I just melted into your words. This is stellar work! I relished the trip with you to London Town.
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August 17, 2017 at 3:11 pm
If London Town is cooler than Atlanta right now….I want to go, too. LOL!~ Thank you, Mother wintermoon, for reading and your lovely comment. I love Winter, too. I find the peace, silence and solicitude to be conducive to poetry. And knitting.
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August 17, 2017 at 7:38 pm
Magical mist and fog are capable of transforming a scene, as you have successfully written in your poem. The mystery and mood is felt when reading this. Thank you for sharing. 👍
Hugs
Connie
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August 17, 2017 at 8:53 pm
Hi Connie! So good to hear from you. Hope you are well, and thank you for reading this poem and rendering a comment. I think the fog is pure magic.
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