I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
in so many slivery, flakes,
filling the air,
through the mist -
breath frozen momentarily upon the air.
Dimly I see,
red and green moons,
rise and set,
like in a winter carnival.
The many neon lights,
flicker, flicker in the night,
inviting people to come and hide,
away from the storm,
where people forget their troubles,
and dancing through the night.
Not even a blizzard through Times Square,
will keep the crowds away,
the snow keeps falling,
the people keep calling -
during the dark, gray of the day.
Only traffic seems at a stand still
and for some moments,
there is white snow beneath my feet.
Somewhere through it all,
the empty, dark windows,
of the skyscrapers appear and disappear,
like in a House of Mirrors.
It seems that the dancing snowflakes,
hang, turning in the air,
looking for a quieter place to land,
perhaps in a garden,
far from Times Square,
where they will be trampled,
by thousands of feet
and become as black as can be.
When cars start making the snow,
just for awhile there is a kind of hush
and for now, for now it’s magic -
this crazy snow dance goes on.
Is it just me who sees the fantasy?
Angry faces slide by,
slipping and sliding along.
I go twirling and dancing,
for only in a blizzard in New York,
can you dance so freely in Times Square
and for awhile you get lost,
in the streets of New York.
Where in the blizzard,
a strange kind of quiet descends
and if you let your fantasy take over,
you can leave Times Square behind,
drift down toward the East River
and get lost in the blizzard -
lost on the streets of New York.
© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on March 16, 2018:
NYC is and always will be my hometown. It looks though that I will wind up with my girlfriend and her family in Florida when I return to the states which will most likely be this summer. At one time I also had a dream to open a fish and lobster place in Maine and also serve restaurants but that was when my husband was still with me. I would prefer NYC even though the winters are cold but much too expensive and with needing to find a job and a place to live not very logical. My friend is offering me an apartment in her house so at least there will be shelter and the job hunting can be not as desperate right away. I just wonder what Sid will do winding up living near the beach which to him will be like the biggest sandbox in the world of course if I could leash him. I know for both of us life will certainly be so much different but right now I need different.
DREAM ON on March 16, 2018:
I have been to New York City not during the winter. There were so many people everywhere all so busy. It was to fast pasted for me. The city life gets hot really hot in the summertime. I could feel the heat from the pavement. I was hungry and tired. The noise in the streets. The honking of cars. I think I would of enjoyed snow in the streets. To make everything look so beautiful again. I seen the street venders and the street people. To harsh and real for me. A friend I was with was tricked by a con artist. He got mixed up in a shell game. I tried to warm him. It was too late. He lost his money. I was happy to leave unharmed. The police could do nothing. Oh I wish it snowed at that very moment. My friend was from Brazil and he had to go to the World Trade Center. I went with him. We spent the day. All I wanted to do is go home. It wasn't till years later I realized that I had walked in such an important building that did so much. That so many people would perish in the very spot I was standing. Life has so many unexpected beginnings and endings. We don't know where life will lead us. We have to keep moving forward. Every experience is better than the one before. Why ? Because we now know much more than before. We are older and wiser. If we choose to see it is another thing. We may sulk and silently withdraw from the world. There is no one to stop us. It is our choice. To live our life the way we want. It is amazing how you can see so much beauty. I seen bumper to bumper traffic and how expensive everything was. I had a chance to go to a Katz Deli where I had an amazing sandwich. I think I remember the name right. It has been a lot of years. The food was amazing. I heard it is not even there no more. Things constantly change. Our memories stay the same. What once was may not be. There will always be the memory. For me it is the make believe memory of it snowing that very day. Maybe my whole perspective would of changed. When I seen the glistening white snow. The cool feeling that gave me peace. That covered all that I could see for miles. Even the large boards filled with advertising and endless signs. Would look different. Thank you for your moving trip of New York. I like the quietness and beauty of Maine. Have an amazing weekend with only today to go. Fridays leave only 24 hours left.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on January 30, 2018:
Thank you Chitrangada.
You welcome Linda.
Thank you, Robin.
Thank you, Lori. No, I did not take the photo. Interesting that when I left NYC at that time there were not many major snowstorms. All that started after I had left but the memories of snow in the city have stayed with me.
Lori Colbo from United States on January 26, 2018:
I really loved this and I loved the photo. Did you take that? I could see, hear, and feel your words. Nicely done.
Robin Carretti from Hightstown on January 26, 2018:
Love this poem the right reflection of words it hit me plus the video is amazing the words are breathtaking
Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on January 25, 2018:
I love the magic of snow. Not every snowstorm brings it to me, but many do. Thank you for sharing the magic that you found.
Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on January 25, 2018:
Beautiful imagery in your well expressed poem!
I loved it. Snow looks lovely in Times Square.
Thanks for sharing this, lovely picture and video!
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on January 25, 2018:
I have seen it and walked it and it is something totally incredible Bill.
Thank you FlourishAnyway.
Thank you Manatita.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on January 25, 2018:
There is something otherwordly, as Flourish mentioned, about this....but then I always think that after a heavy snowfall.
FlourishAnyway from USA on January 24, 2018:
I liked both the topic and poem itself. Otherworldly.
Manatita44 on January 24, 2018:
You depict it well . Gets awefully lonely and cold out there. Great and vivid images.