“Poem of the Night”, to answer a challenge by d’versepoets.com

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


Full Moon, March 2011



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.



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/ 


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10 Responses to ““Poem of the Night”, to answer a challenge by d’versepoets.com”

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Says:

    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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  2. ladynyo Says:

    LOL! Myopic Mystery. Yes, we do! Thank you brother Bjorn for reading this and your wonderful comment. Seeing the world through cataracts. LOL!


  3. m.j.smith Says:

    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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  4. kanzensakura Says:

    “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.


  5. ladynyo Says:

    Me, too, Toni. Thank you for reading and your comment. I’ll be over tomorrow.


  6. ladynyo Says:

    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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  7. mother wintermoon Says:

    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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  8. ladynyo Says:

    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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  9. phoartetry Says:

    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. 👍



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  10. ladynyo Says:

    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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