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:

  1. Brian MillerDecember 26, 2010 at 6:07 AM

    beckon the vanished...and frozen i still wait are teh two lines that struck me...nicely done glynn...hope you had a great christmas...

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  2. JerryDecember 26, 2010 at 6:34 AM

    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.

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  3. AnonymousDecember 26, 2010 at 7:16 AM

    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.

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  4. UnknownDecember 26, 2010 at 7:35 AM

    love the line........empty stone walkways beckon the vanished. Beautiful poem Glynn.

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  5. dustusDecember 26, 2010 at 8:04 AM

    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.

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  6. FireblossomDecember 26, 2010 at 8:17 AM

    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.

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  7. ReflectionsDecember 26, 2010 at 8:59 AM

    Beautiful, strong piece... love the stone walkways beckon the vanished... the electric fireflys fill the night. Well done.

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  8. Kodjo DeynooDecember 26, 2010 at 9:10 AM

    Yes a good one....congrates

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  9. ClaudiaDecember 26, 2010 at 9:28 AM

    you had me with the first line glynn...December’s electric fireflies
    crowd the night...
    wow!

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  10. LauraDecember 26, 2010 at 9:50 AM

    I'm with Claudia..."December's electric fireflies..." Great image to pull us into the poem!

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  11. Crayotic RamblingsDecember 26, 2010 at 10:44 AM

    So vivid.

    I love the electric fireflies. Even without the image, it's pictured perfectly.

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  12. AnonymousDecember 26, 2010 at 11:11 AM

    every single twinkling
    word flew in
    and landed
    in just the "write" place

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  13. hedgewitchDecember 26, 2010 at 11:17 AM

    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.

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  14. Don CarloDecember 26, 2010 at 2:35 PM

    "Whose on Drums"...Loved it, G. Thank you guy
    For dropping by
    Or was that
    A firefly?

    You write DAMMMM good, Sir!

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  15. AnonymousDecember 26, 2010 at 2:46 PM

    There is a sense of waiting, isn't there, in the image... your poem nicely reflects that.

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  16. Jenne' R. Andrews December 26, 2010 at 3:55 PM

    i love your compression and intensity here, Glynn! xj

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  17. moondustwriterDecember 26, 2010 at 4:39 PM

    Great response to the prompt - felt I was reading the picture

    best to you Glynn

    MDW

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  18. L.E. FioreDecember 27, 2010 at 2:26 PM

    Oooh, I like this poem! "electric fireflies" :-)

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