ny ny
so the clouds of dank thoughts
compressed inside her head
get her steaming again
like a pressure cooker
but she whistles it out
tolerates , lets it go
the vaporous notions
they cook the grains of life
and the controlled burning
leads up to 'nother meal
willing her to survive
the rising systolic
of 42nd street ..
/ original / z.g.
Very creative use of the word "sistolic"
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza is great. Excellently done.
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, you are so right 42 does have a systolic rhythm to it. Brilliant !!
ReplyDeleteHow does she endure so much pressure? A miracle of sorts.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning...magnificent imagery! I truly loved it.
ReplyDeletethe hiss of steam.
ReplyDeletehow well I remember the hydrolic of 42nd street.
I loved the imagery in this poem.
Oooh, I learnt a new word! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteHow descriptive! I can almost feel the pressure building.
ReplyDeleteImage full - words of truth and tale.
ReplyDeleteLoved your creative imagery!
ReplyDeleteVery good work..
ReplyDeleteOSI: fingers dance merrily in air
Wow..this just flows..I like how you've captured this- the imagery is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteThanks for you warm comments on my blog too-
Dear zoya--
ReplyDeleteI love this poem although the reference to the systolic of 42nd St. doesn't resonate with me, as I haven't experienced it.
But other systolics, yes. Other diastolics, yes. Gotta have them both.
Great poem--one of my favorites in your all-star line up.
Now...big thanks for taking the time and energy to post the info about the mahabarata's nuanced suggestions related to suicide on my post this week. I'm going to digest it more and then respond more fully. But it was helpful, and especially kind of you. Thank you--
.. many thanks everyone ..
ReplyDeleteexcellent poem; I can almost feel the energy of 42nd street~ well done!
ReplyDeleteGreat meal served from the steam of Tolerance...you did it well.
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