Ghostly as the train window reflection
Rattling through the rat-infested depths;
Indifferent to any Insta story section,
The filthy fabric humbles and accepts;
Inhaling a kind of premonition,
A melancholy of enigmatic love;
Putting all the pieces into their position
From underground to the towers above;
These new shapes still dripping time,
Old and haunted to new starry eyes;
Ethereal apparitions crossing the line,
Life suspended in these twilight skies.
Inspired and paraphrased from this post at Spinning Visions
Shared with dVerse OLN as this one seems to have slipped by without notice.
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New York does hold a fascination and it is a place I would like to be more than a tourist though I am not sure I have the energy for it at my age – I loved the poem and the essay which it distilled from, Shaun…
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Thanks Andrew 🙏 Makenna at Spinning Visions certainly spins nice writing about her enthusiasm for New York.
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Such a spooky atmosphere.
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Cheers Lisa 🙏
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Old and haunted cityscape.
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Looking at the post you linked makes me understand that this is about the experience of being in New York. I think it would stand alone very well if you gave it a title that explained that. Otherwise, it is somewhat meaningless. (Depends, I suppose, if you ever want to publish it on its own, without reference to the source.)
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Good point, though it doesn’t need to be specific to New York. Any suggestions for a title?
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True, it could theoretically be any city, but the details made me curious as to which one. I’m sure you’re able to find your own title if you think it’s needed, and that you’d do a better job of that than me. I’d probably plump for something too obvious, like simply ‘New York’, whereas you might find something perfect in the source essay, or from your own knowledge of that city.
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Being New York makes sense, but it could be any dystopian cityscape to me.
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