Trudy
The space where I write is full of life
It’s got energy sparking off the pavement
Did you see it just like static electricity from a wool sweater
Bright lights, blaring sirens, deafening silence and chirping crickets
Rushed people scurrying like ants and lazy boozy brunch Sundays with bottomless Mimosas
The space where I write is always in flux
Nothing is the same from year to year or day-to-day
We’re loud and boisterous, here, hushed and secretive too
I use train cars, taxi cabs, buses, parks, libraries and my phone to get my work done
Surrounded by people always, sometimes looking over my shoulder, curious at frenzied thumbs
The space where I write is my home and of eight million more
A place people dream to live, a place of television and big screen
It’s got farms, orchards, mountains and wineries too for when it’s all too much
Its Technicolor and IMAX with surround sound, wrapped in chic leathers and silks
On casual Friday the best in denim trousers with a Gap button down shirt.
Its my home, New York, where I feel most comfortable to speak my mind
Until our next rendezvous …
xoxo
Trudy
I love this! Beautifully expresses what the space where you write is for you and that it, just like life and the world around us, is never static. This could be one of my very favorite posts you’ve ever done. Nice work!
Oh my gosh!! I’m so flattered!! I feel like a fourteen year old, blushing over here!!Thank you Sabine!! This might motivate me to try more poetry. I really am grateful that you took the time to read it and always stopping by with positive words.
I hope you will write more poetry! I enjoy your writing style and the topics you cover. I believe that most writers can identify with what your poem expresses. I’m ready for more!!
I’m slow because if Blogging University and saved drafts right now but I’ll do my best. I still need to plan some vegetarian restaurant visits and I found another vegan bakery this week that I want to visit, this one on the more savory side. This is a long day I have to plan and my camera died. So it’s now about figuring out the logistics of everything.
Take your time! I’m not going anywhere! ?
Thank you!!!
I Stumbled you back!
Janice
Thanks!
Nice post! The space where I write is half-way around the world, 21 stories up, overlooking the Persian Gulf. But I was born in New York.
High-rise buildings make me nervous. Which country are you in at moment?
Yeah, high-rise buildings are scary. I’m in the UAE, overlooking the Gulf, and desert.
I’ve hear great things, I’d love to visit there. I’ll check you out!
Cool. I haven’t written much yet about here, though.
Ok, I’ll keep that in mind.
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HI!
Thanks for bringing this to the Inspire Me Monday Linky party!
Janice
Thank you!
I used to write from Brooklyn, and for as at-peace I am with the direction live has taken me (I now write from rural Germany), I’m the first to admit that I’ve never found a place as vibrant as New York City. I fell hard and fast in love, and the city broke my heart when it was time to move on. I’m looking forward to following you, and hoping that I might see some familiar sites in your posts.
Thank you for visiting me and following, I hope I can rekindle your love for New York.