Sunday, December 26, 2010
Holiday, After Hours
December’s electric fireflies
crowd the night, motionless
mannequinned musicians
perform silent music, soundlessly
empty stone walkways
beckon the vanished, joylessly
beneath flutters of gold and silver
in the spent wind, frozen
I still wait
This poem is submitted for the One Shot Sunday photo prompt at One Stop Poetry. To see other poems based on the photograph, please visit the site.
Photograph: Rockefeller Center by Adam Dustus. Used with permission.
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18 comments:
beckon the vanished...and frozen i still wait are teh two lines that struck me...nicely done glynn...hope you had a great christmas...
This reminds me of the family reunions we have....Once every three years on a lake. My family is usually the last ones to leave and an odd feeling of loniliness creeps in. Nice on Glynn.
I love the lines, "beckon the vanished, joyously," and "in the spent wind, frozen / I still wait." This is great. You captured the picture for me.
love the line........empty stone walkways beckon the vanished. Beautiful poem Glynn.
Conveys an emotional sense of pondering emptiness. Very nicely done, Glynn. Also some great alliteration on the M-sounds in the middle of the poem. Powerful ending as well.
Oh ho! You saw something didn't, and ran with it. You took a picture prompt and noted the absence of sound (not to mention people) to powerful effect. Still waiting. Yeah.
Beautiful, strong piece... love the stone walkways beckon the vanished... the electric fireflys fill the night. Well done.
Yes a good one....congrates
you had me with the first line glynn...December’s electric fireflies
crowd the night...
wow!
I'm with Claudia..."December's electric fireflies..." Great image to pull us into the poem!
So vivid.
I love the electric fireflies. Even without the image, it's pictured perfectly.
every single twinkling
word flew in
and landed
in just the "write" place
Your poem completely captures the photo. A compression of that empty street, those unwatching gone eyes for a used spectacle. Succinct and crisp, but not foregoing a sort of miasmic emotional afterglow...nice.
"Whose on Drums"...Loved it, G. Thank you guy
For dropping by
Or was that
A firefly?
You write DAMMMM good, Sir!
There is a sense of waiting, isn't there, in the image... your poem nicely reflects that.
i love your compression and intensity here, Glynn! xj
Great response to the prompt - felt I was reading the picture
best to you Glynn
MDW
Oooh, I like this poem! "electric fireflies" :-)
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