Central Park ~ NY poem #6

The long plot of trees
carved out of concrete
jungle, a haven of peace
where people retreat
to spend a moment
an hour, a picnic
or along the lake, sit
in quiet amidst the bustle
the hustle of uptown
where folks sit down
breathe on grass green
pause on famed benches
or stroll arm in arm
a beau with his lady
an upperclass woman
with her Pomeranian
from Long Island
monied maidens
or models posing
by blooming roses
the meandering pathways
lit by romantic lantern posts
of storied times
by ponds sublime
row boating at sunset skyline
reflecting what can’t be seen
from center city
between upper east and west
a treasure chest
of natural respite
in the city that never sleeps
it’s the only dark spot
at night,

but the magnet

of life by day

~ Emily Clapper





23 thoughts on “Central Park ~ NY poem #6

  1. The imagery in this piece is so undeniably powerful. The prosetic (is that a word?) form serves nobly to convey your messages. It’s difficult to select a specific line to highlight, as it seems every single one contains a treasured, whether in joy or fear, memory.

    Your work has consistently portrayed such efficacy, and has inspired so many. It would be an honor if you would consider a possible collaboration or guest-writing. I don’t have much of a following, and so I entirely understand should you decline. Regardless, I thank you deeply for your time and your words.

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    1. No, I live in Seattle. This was from my trip to NYC in April! But, I was lucky to have an amazing trip. Thanks, C! πŸ™πŸΌπŸ˜ŠπŸ’œ


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