Leafless
black-brown
branches
cut across the sky
like cracks
in the canopy.
They strobe light
the December sun
along the brittle white path.
Central Park
in winter
is staid
and sorrowful;
the cold empty heart
of New York.
SMG
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Man, your stuff is just plain good. I enjoy everyone one you post. Keep them coming. I continue to be a huge fan of your poetic work.
Beautiful, and spot on for a wintry day in New York. But even in shades of gray, it's a beautiful city.
I've walked in the snow in Central Park and it's totally breathtaking.
Really enjoyed the read. Short poem, but gives enough to wet the appetite :)
I like the strobe light imagery...I see a stark kind of beauty in this scene...but then living in the desert, I like stark.
Beautiful poem - great style.
Nothing worse than that strobe light effect driving at dusk, let me tell you...
But let me say, fine work. I've not been to Central Park myself, but you certainly bring it to life - I can visualize it, and what helps there is that you go beyond the mere imagery of the trees, the falling, fading life - you use things like that strobe light effect to bring the reality to the beauty of the natural.
"The cold empty heart of New York" indeed. Well said.
Neat and sparse mood piece, full of the claustrophobic feel of the season that's all too soon going to be locking us in, unless we choose to walk in empty hearts. Well done.
You capture that sense of "before the city" that the park has always held for me, knowing of course the park came much later and doesn't really reflect Manhattan before civilization. There are times, it can be a cold heartless city, but oh the lights and glamour, too!
So atmospheric and stark. I love the accompanying picture, too.
The use of few descriptive words to each line to me suggests acceptance of desolation—cold brief lines illustrate the photo remarkable well.
I'd love to take a walk in that park. Beautiful pic and words.
Reminds me of the Central New York winters of my youth. Great memories.
Very nice, those cold winter streets..bleak and bitter...seeing only that white path in front of each step...thank you...bkm
Perfect, wish I'd written this.
Two poems into this week and already I have the first of the new week's favorite poems' - cool. :)
staid and sorrowful, maybe, but the trees and snow lend a beauty... and your poem is beautiful
An evocative piece.
Beautiful expression of Central Park on such a bitter cold day.
beautiful, beautiful image, and words
Never been to Central Park, but felt like I took a walk with you.
The word "staid" stuck out to me.
Ima gonna try that word sometime.
Beautiful. Incidentally that is one of my favourite spots to sit and smoke a cigar when I am in New York. Thank you for making me smile. Love and Light, Sender
I'd like to walk around there. I've never seen snow, I bet I'd find it beautiful as heaven.
Happy WW for a beautiful poet.
Take care and keep smiling.
Great poem. Spare and clean. I enjoyed this a lot.
your words match the picture...and you almost managed to make me feel sad for a sorrowful central park..
So sad, lonely, and cold...sounds like a move is necessary! ;)) Very well done as always! ~April
very strong imagery... and the last lines "the cold empty heart
of New York" -- great finish.
A very good verse.. I enjoyed it a lot...
Thanks for sharing...
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Wonderful imagery!
Thanks for this one shot!
retrieval
stay warm and dry
When I read this I hear Jack Webb reciting this poem. I like it.
Awesome winter write! Very nice!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/18/this-christmas/
Wow this is good! Merry Christmas!
Anna :o]
"Then the hour is loose as the music....".Fantastic to knw you like Kerouac and that comes through your lines.The whole rhythm moves in a likewise bohemian way.
Cold, yes, but it's NY, and it's magical.
eden
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