Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Like the Moon

Like the Moon

The sun lost its battle
with darkness and slowly
set in the west once again.
It flashed in final defiance
off the high canyon windows
of the Thirty-Fourth St. corridor.

The night ignored the brilliant
epithets of rage and continued
to move across Manhattan, not
so much a thief, as a conquering army.

New York welcomes the nightly invasion
like a hooker greets a sailor on shore leave.

She revels in the cover of darkness
as her wrinkles disappear in the dim,
her marquee lights dazzle and distract
the critiquing eyes of daylight.

For the city is like a waxing moon,
its gravity--its pull ever present;
but it’s only when the sun goes down
that it really begins to shine.

SMG

6 comments:

Brian Miller said...

New York welcomes the invasion
like a hooker greets a sailor on shore leave...ha...new york def revels in the evening....it lights up and there is a new beauty...much different than the day...that is for sure...i guess too it depends on what borough you are in as well...smiles...

annotating60 said...

I very much like what you did with this. It really picked up momentum in the middle and didn't stop.>KB

rowantaw.com said...

You've reminded me of standing in Times Square with sensory overload! Excellent write.

Tigerbrite said...

Long time since I was in Manhattan, but from your descriptive poem it is still the same:)

maryazilberberg said...

Love this stanza:
"The night ignored the brilliant
epithets of rage and continued
to move across Manhattan, not
so much a thief, as a conquering army."

Very visual and textured. Nicely done.

Beth Winter said...

She revels in the cover of darkness
as her wrinkles disappear in the dim,
her marquee lights dazzle and distract
the critiquing eyes of daylight.

Never forget that the moon has a dark side :) Thoroughly enjoyed.