Poem from Writing Exercise
I'm posting the first draft of my writing exercise poem. Thanks all for their awesome poems, and feel free to post them here in the "comments" section for others to see!
New York City Symphony
Along Central Park South, kept horses
in indigo and scarlet get-ups release
their neighs into another peach dawn
while a bleary-eyed beggar sleeps it off
on a stoop next to a twenty-four hour
drugstore. His mouth, an unconscious
volcano, moans against the brakes of a garbage
truck and a taxi horn, both wailing in tandem
at someone playing Russian Roulette
on a bicycle. A neighbor’s clean soprano flutters
about the apartment like a fine mist. The aria
of an abandoned bride clutching
her three year old secret. From underground,
the subway rumble provides the sullen drum.
New York City Symphony
Along Central Park South, kept horses
in indigo and scarlet get-ups release
their neighs into another peach dawn
while a bleary-eyed beggar sleeps it off
on a stoop next to a twenty-four hour
drugstore. His mouth, an unconscious
volcano, moans against the brakes of a garbage
truck and a taxi horn, both wailing in tandem
at someone playing Russian Roulette
on a bicycle. A neighbor’s clean soprano flutters
about the apartment like a fine mist. The aria
of an abandoned bride clutching
her three year old secret. From underground,
the subway rumble provides the sullen drum.
posted by Aimee | 6:04 AM
3 Comments:
"His mouth, an unconscious / volcano"
"The aria / of an abandoned bride clutching / her three year old secret."
Love these lines. Nice!
Aimee--this is Rae, using Harriet/s computer--Wow. I eat your poem up. I like "kept horses" and "on a stoop next to a twenty-four hour drugstore," "moans against the brakes of a garbage truck"--actually, there is a gem in every line. Sullen drum! Rae
Hi Aimee. I tried your exercise and posted the result on my blog, in case your curious. I had fun with it, thanks for the exercise.
(www.actualnuthouse.blogspot.com)
I enjoyed your result, also.
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