City Lights Nights

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City Lights Nights 

There’s a blue by night building’s edge
needs nothing electric
to neon.  My heart speaks ‘glow’ back,
sings the body eclectic.
But, Blue–
Though heart will pick and choose
its tack,
there’s no pick that will stop
darkling, the shut of day’s door’s wedge
on window-littered blacktop.

 

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A very belated poem for Kerry O’ Connor’s wonderful ‘play it again Sam ‘ post on With Real Toads to write something in a Robert Herrick format.  I am also linking to the dVerse prompt by Marina Sofia about things that could shatter and rebuild one’s world—I don’t think this exactly fits, though it is about an evening world and how small beauties (or big ones such as sky), can lift and darken one’s moods.

I am sorry that I have been so terribly absent of late.  Very busy in my non-poetry life.  I miss you all!  k.

Ps I did not get a blue picture! Maybe tomorrow!

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25 Comments on “City Lights Nights”

  1. brian miller Says:

    smiles….well i for one look forward to see the sky over the city again soon…i will be in NYC with my fam late july….the cooling night is a balmy for me…after the grueling heat of the day and all that needs done….

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Yes, I like it too. I didn’t get the picrure I wanted. If I am here would love to meet up with you. I would offer you a place to stay but don’t have one myself! But certainly could take you to dinner! k.


  2. Enjoyed it. Neon blue always a favorite of mine – and cities can break and heal you, I believe – especially New York and London.

  3. claudia Says:

    My heart speaks ‘glow’ back,
    sings the body eclectic…. very cool… i had my best and most lonely moments in cities…there’s just something about that neon shine… all the light and yet…


  4. Blue.. Sometimes we need a lot of blue to get the color back. There are no lonelier places than cities.. But maybe go from loneliness to solitude does the trick to turn the tide.

  5. MarinaSofia Says:

    There is a slightly ominous quality to the last 3 lines, which to me speaks of how the city, or darkness, or artificial light, or sorrow, can creep up on you almost unawares, how the dark edge is always there ready to threaten. Nicely done! And don’t worry about not fitting the prompt exactly – I often don’t myself!

  6. Brendan Says:

    “The body eclectic,” yes, that’s the urbanscape, composed of blades from every angle. Who is not dismembered, in such city nights–both ecstatic and blue?

  7. Steve King Says:

    This would be a hard form for me to use, I think, but you fill it smartly and with insight…the verses and their moods reflect completely the contrasts of light and dark in the photo. This is a piece to revisit. I enjoyed reading it.
    Steve K.

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Thanks, Steve, as always for your kind comment. I actually found it quite a difficult form. Partly it was just hard for me to come up with a subject that might fit it; and then I found it rather hard to keep track of the lines–they are different lengths as well as rhyme schemes. I wonder if it wouldn’t be easier, for me at least, to break them up into straight lines of single length, but to tell myself where the internal rhymes come in–Then I suppose one could break them up after. I didn’t do it that way–I was more traditional, but I think something like that would help. For one thing–the line length was given in both feet and syllables, with a focus on the syllables–I too focus on syllables, since they are so much easier to count, but usually there is a bit of give to a syllabic count because one can internally hear the feet. But in a strange form, you feel a bit of a cheater breaking the syllabic count, and I’m not really disciplined enough to manually count feet! Anyway, sorry for my rambling. Take care! k.


  8. This is sumptuous, Karin. I love the words you have selected to really evoke the fall of night in the city. The electric/eclectic rhyme is quite inspired.

  9. Jennifer G. Knoblock Says:

    Wonderful sounds, all those Ks! I love “window-littered blacktop.” The last three lines are superb.

  10. hedgewitch Says:

    I had to diagram this form to get it right, even then not really feeling sure in the rhythm–you have done a great job with it, making it seem very free verse-y yet with all the emphasis of rhyme. I also especially like the ‘window-littered blacktop,’ and the use of ‘darkling’ here–just stunning and perfect and vivid imagery. Excellent job with a difficult form. It reminds me of O’Keefe’s sparse New York cityscapes. ( http://www.wikiart.org/en/georgia-o-keeffe/city-night )

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Wow–that Georgia O’Keefe is spectacular. Thank you.

      I found the form difficult, but also it led to a kind of contraction of my normal verbosity, which was probably a plus.

      You did TWO stanzas!!!!! I have thought of a second stanza, but haven’t been able to focus much on poetry the last week or so. k.

      On Wed, Jun 25, 2014 at 10:14 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:

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  11. Sumana Roy Says:

    the city comes alive in its mood of darkness and light..beautiful use of the form…


  12. The big city is foreign to me and truth be told I’m a little afraid of it. But, your My heart speaks ‘glow’ back,
    sings the body eclectic.
    But, Blue– sounds so beautiful.

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Hi Debi! I like the country a great deal, but (except for terrorism) probably feel more safe in the City as there are always people around (and no bears!) K.

  13. Glenn Buttkus Says:

    Seattle is a city of glass these days, facing the bay & west, toward the sunsets; & when the windows catch fire for a few minutes, it is a marvelous sight to behold. I like this poem, but the form feels a bit binding for me.

  14. Grace Says:

    A poetic gem to read tonight K ~ I love the form, the use of electric/eclectic and last 3 lines:

    here’s no pick that will stop
    darkling, the shut of day’s door’s wedge
    on window-littered blacktop.


  15. What a beautiful poem of city lights……….I loved it.


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