NEW YORK CITY, AUGUST 2001 (for DVerse Poets)

 

“Buildings are forever, but Broadway plays are not,”
I said to myself as I went down from the souvenir shops
of the Building’s fourth floor to catch Cabaret.
The Windows on the World would still be there
the next time I come. I might even have the Tower
key chain memento next time around. My neck hurt
looking up at the spot of the famed restaurant.
As my heels pounded on the cobbled steps,
sights and sounds blurred in my rush to see
Brooke Shields play Sally Bowles.
The world stopped inside the theater.
The air was cool and the Nazis were on the rise
in an ordinary New York Day savored
by another tourist in town. The curtain fell
and so did night, I then had to be at Grand Central
to board the train that would bring me home
to a rented hotel room. Quick as a wink,
the visit was done. The receding skyline
beckoned “another time” that unknown to me
would never come.

The road not taken
sets the course life takes
choice cancels what-ifs.

Steps

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This is my memory of my NY trip in 2001.  I thought I could go back to visit the World Trade Center, but less than two weeks  after my return to the Philippines, 9-11 happened.

P.S.  In my rush to finish and post on time, I forgot to mention that this piece was prompted by DVERSE’ Poetics Prompt – Travel Poetry. :-)

 

AUTUMN BEARS A GIFT

Autumn Berries
Autumn comes bearing a gift
wrapped in velvet reds and fiery gold
infused with Summer’s flavors.
What a vision to behold
this masquerade
for his chilly airs
that secretes decay’s odor.

How soon the party ends
the music shatters
friends leave
shadows reign
and silence waits
While Autumn does its work
the heart hopes
for grace in sorrow.

IN DESPAIR (for DVerse Poets)

Sunflowers

Sunflowers do not grow here.
No suncatchers store light for those starless nights.
No laughter rings when darkness sets in
No smile breaks through a heavy heart
inside Despair’s maw. No ears can hear
the voices calling the soul
out of the wilderness. All is lost
all seems lost. Keep on knocking
though nobody seems to be home.
The walls may yet crack,
let Your light through. Then,
maybe, sunflowers will grow.

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For DVERSE’s Poetics:  Bringing Light to Darkness

 

Thank you for coming by.

DVERSE FEATURE

 

This is to say “Thank You, DVerse” and “Thank You, Laurie” for featuring me in the Pub’s Pretzel’s and Bullfights Edition.  I am quite honored to say the least.  It is a blogging milestone for me.  Friends, in case you are interested to read the interview, please click this link. :-)  http://dversepoets.com/2014/09/08/pretzels-bullfights-spotlights-imelda-de-castro-santore/

 

Rose Bud