SOL2015 March 28 Memories And Ghosts in Grayscale
Today, I have been inspired to use a couple of my own black
and white photographs as inspiration for writing poetry.
Snow On A Silent Street
It is quiet onUnion Street
Union St, Park Slope, Brooklyn, 2001 |
Snow On A Silent Street
It is quiet on
But we know
Many have been this way
Tracks
Footprints
Clues in the snow
covered pavement
They are home now
Having removed
Hats
Coats
Gloves
And through windows
They peer out across the
silent street
The street dressed in a
white shroud
The street that gives little away
Fire Escape
On those long ago
evenings
The children
Dragged mattresses onto
the fire escape
No A C back then
Just a sweat box
apartment
So they crept through
An open window
With simmering hope of
Cool evenings
Spent slumbering above the street
Spent slumbering above the street
I love the simmering hope, combined with the dragging mattresses. Your pictures do an amazing job of celebrating the beauty and elegance of New York.
ReplyDeleteThe pictures are beautiful and your poetry took me right there. Perhaps a book of photographs and poems similar to Cynthia Rylant's would be in order?
ReplyDeleteYou paint a beautiful picture with words and photos, Alan.
ReplyDeleteThe second stanza of Snow on a Silent Street is such a contrast to the first. The repetition of the street pulled it together. Simmering hope, loved that phrase! Awesome pictures and poems that add richness to the scenes.
ReplyDeleteThe street gives little away...so you wonder, what are they thinking as they peer out across the silent street?
ReplyDeleteLove the image of sleeping on the fire escapes on a hot summers night! Thanks for the poems.
ReplyDeleteHow did I not find your blog until now?! I loved reading your poetry especially since I grew up in NYC. The beautiful photographs share what I remember most about NY (now that I live in Maine): cityscape, black and white, fire escapes...ahh the things we miss.
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