NYC Waking


Humor me

from Silver Towers Looking Out

and Down on 42nd Street

keep demons far away

at bay along the Hudson gray

Hells Kitchen marinade


Poetry begs to find form

begets brush stroke

As you wish, my Muse friend

Blown upon a summer cool front…

A reedy, spit soaked woodwind suffolk symphony

Brash BRASS section blaring, begging




The wind and rain and I

remain unscathed

Glad to be here

inside the upscale

up high above the whistling

catcalling curling cat tail seductive light display

Sons boroughing on borrowed Stuart Parr Ducatis

to satisfy a hungry curiosity for speed


Not I. Instead I’m happy in this Silver Tower greed

This foot thread, pull and pour into

a pancake mold

foot treadle

equipped for




Silver Tab jean pocket of Lucky Brand

Manhattan mummy

fitted sheets and leather

I’ll call couched




A pocket mouse named Poppy.

From this space

I’ll be a wannabe painter poet mystery woman


a safer happy sound here




removed and safely tucked.

Understitched and hemmed in

shortlived REM


a second hand grand sampler newshand

sleeping on the sidewalk




The city is alive with lights

and night sounds

of every shape and color

of marsupial

of Siren sound and Mermaid sculling.

Night coffee

Cappuccino urethane in finding


in humming

a chorus of cicadas flying

While at my pounding feet

the lifeblood runs fresh spilt

to browning Apple peels.


Safe am I


Free to catnap,

free from jaws of great white sharks

on Bryant Park big screens

Big screams

From steel crossbar, to sidewalk gum drops

polka dotted skyline

a forty story crane cross stitch cross fit

hooked chain gang boom

hangs Keith Ledger

A new Batman?

Who will be the hero?

nightside project airwaves Spiderman….

Manhattan South police

force on the beat trying to….STOP traffic


think I’ll go back to sleep

and dream another dream

for WordPress

a lesson for my schooling


About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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