Oh... my... goodness... You lucky, lucky people... My response to the beating heart of America... :)) K xx
THROUGH THE SHINING
So much concrete, steel and glass –
bared teeth that shred silk lining
budding agape mouth of sky.
This iridescence bears me up,
my breath poised weightless
astride its mirrored wings.
Illuminated atmosphere, charged
with toil of a multi-muscled nation,
sweat gleaming off of windows,
strong purpose like hand-driven bolts
cruciform in every load-bearing girder.
These features pose here naked
in the lustre of self-brilliance,
and though its stilled reflection
returns a transfixed admiration,
I am splitting silvered seams
with sharp edges of my gaze,
gently spilling yielding membranes
of its visceral unknown.
Thank you Kate for your wonderful write, I was never much for the big cities, always looked at myself sorta like a country girl. My husband hae travelled the world with his work while I was happy enought to be at home. I have taken a turn as we have started to travel together now but my heart is longing for home. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
I've never seen what you write about, but it has me wishing for this beauty. I like my clear, beautiful New Mexico skies, but still I wish ... maybe someday to see this beauty first-hand.
...crazy to say...I find solace in the city...and your pen has given me structure of the highest form...from which to view it all.
thank you Kate...
John
Well after five days of rewrites and edits yours was the first poem to catch my eye when I decided to take a well deserved break and as always with your brilliant works, I was not dissappointed it. As a small town boy who enjoys the ocean seasides and the country I have never had a desire to go to New York but your poem and the picture made me think...maybe there is something to the big city that I should sometime try to see. Hope all is well with you my Sweet Kate,
hugs
Fee
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2008
...not much of a city gal; but you do illuminate the highpoints of it. and i enjoyed the countenance/alliterativeness of this. . .the svelt wording and stoic solid word choice, resonant as the structures of cities themselves. . .. with just enough glass to see-thru and into the wonder of it all. ..
ness
I once stood on the observation deck of the John Hancock Building and could see across the western shore of Lake Michigan. Kate, great imagry, now picture this; John Hancock is dwarfed by many others.
Beauty, but also some aggression; success, but with a glittering superficial side. By all means a very powerful impression. I can see the multifaceted city and culture in your wonderful poem.
You are, or have recently been, in New York. Sorry you didn't have my number. Ha! On the other hand, if you wrote this from your keen imagination and leanings, it is an even better masterpiece. It is so good, it is unbelievable. Yes, you have described in this capsule the big city's unbeatable features in these unforgettable words. Also, you have written one of the most complete admiring pieces on record. I am proud to know you. An admiring, - Bill
I stood on the observation deck on one of the trade towers-- I was taller than the world! And I looked through the binoculars across the water to Lady Liberty. I can't tell you how my heart swelled up-almost broke open with pride. Built up from the rat-runs of the old city-- Built up along a calf path centuries earlier still. New Amsterdam? New York? New Life emerging from the New Ruins of a New Threat... And yet, my soul yearns to see the green plot of Old England, and the Old Fjords of Norway, from where my ancestors come. --Charlie
Oh, you lucky, lucky poet! You pen the heart, the soul of the city in throbbing lines that scrape the very sky you describe. Beautifully imaged, I love this one, Kate. Have always loved tall buildings: a suicidal bent? No. Thank God!! Hate heights, but can stand on the observation deck of a skyscraper and look straight down through time and space...would have loved to stand at the base of the Trade Towers, watching the clouds give me the sensation that they were standing still and I was moving! :) Ah, this is stunning, my new favorite of a whole lot of yours!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
So does this mean you're in NYC? You're just one hour ahead of me, stuck on Central: if you are, even if you're not, call--would LOVE to talk to you!!
i once rode out an earthquake in LA up in a highrise, watching the reflection in the mirror windows of the building across the street, you know they build them to sway out there. Growing up in Chicago (the other large American city) i learned too to find the incredible beauty within the structures. The steel giants amongst the brick and morter...cities offer a strange closeness, most love it or hate it, not much inbetween
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2008
Fsntastic piece of writing, M'Lady!!! Yes, I believe we are lucky in this great land of ours, but storm clouds are rumbling overhead and mouths are groumbling earthbound . . . I am afreid to say it, but I must . . . Nero is fiddlin' . . .
Kate you have captured the soul of a city in your poem.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2008
OH MY, I found the city way too overwhelming when I used to nip over, but up the Hudson near West Point,cold springs, poughkeepsie,new hamburg, it's like being in England but with a bigger river, the country side is dreamy, and the Hudson fantastic.
Nice take on the high rise city. But the state is heaps better in my eyes....
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Newfie Hugs, Rose
God bless you. Kathy
thank you Kate...
John
It's the sweat, blood, tears, heart and soul of a proud city. Expertly captured. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Be always safe,
Karen
Love, Christine
hugs
Fee
ness
Peace,
Dan
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
So does this mean you're in NYC? You're just one hour ahead of me, stuck on Central: if you are, even if you're not, call--would LOVE to talk to you!!
a visionary piece, Kate, just wonderful!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
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Nice take on the high rise city. But the state is heaps better in my eyes....