New York City

Stepping out of the yellow cab
the buildings stood so tall
She gave the driver all the cash she had
but she didn’t care at all

The wind picked up and she started to walk
with her suitcase rolling behind her
She had no one in which to talk
She tried hard to maintain her fear

Dirty papers danced about in the wind
And her hair was blown away from her neck
People walked by so fast she started to spin
The Cities so big she felt like a speck

The noise was intense it came from all around
The subway below made her feet vibrate
The lone singer on the corner waiting to be found
Car horns and chattering, it was hard to concentrate

The sky was as dark as the deep blue sea
Not a star could be seen above the bright signs
With lights everywhere, It was a sight to see
It was as if day and night had both aligned

It seemed like everyone was rushing
Everyone was from somewhere else
Everyone was talking and pushing
The mob around her seemed endless

Frozen next to the subway entrance
She gripped her case handle for security
To others she appeared in a trance
But she was reclaiming her vulnerability

This city would not be eating her up
She accepted it’s size and crazy vibe
She knew she had to watch her step
She was scared but she finally felt alive

New york was all she wanted to see for so long
It was a longing she didn’t understand
She said she could never live there, she was wrong
Here she only saw her future expand

She set off again in to the great unknown
mingled with people from other countries
where she went and what she did we’ll never know
But she will be doing it in New York City

Thank you Promising Poets group for enjoying what I had to say. I look forward to reading what your poem on Thursday.


45 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. deadpoet88
    May 12, 2011 @ 21:09:34

    Great poem, I really like the imagery and the way you’ve explained that lost helpless feeling.


  2. shoelessboywonder
    May 19, 2011 @ 12:19:17

    New York, is a hell of a town, been thier a few times not with pleasent memories you described the first arrival very well though. As a small town guy going to that place was like steping into a nother world. You did well here, pleasure to meet you and hope to hear from you in future rallies


    • LoLa
      May 19, 2011 @ 16:05:21

      Thank you Shoelessboywonder,
      I get the feeling the city can be a make or brake you kind of place. I took to it really well. But, I can understand how for a small town buy it would be too much of a change form reality.


  3. JL Dodge
    May 19, 2011 @ 13:57:04

    I have been to New York and must say you really did justice to the feelings one has when they first arrive there. Well done…
    Happy Rally !


  4. Iris D
    May 19, 2011 @ 14:06:15

    Fear of unknown yet daring to tread. Great description of loneliness and fear conquered.


  5. Andy
    May 19, 2011 @ 15:19:34

    New York can be quite intimidating for first timers.

    I like how you started off describing your total fear, then embraced it and got lost in the throng.

    Excellent writing.


  6. Life: Between the lines
    May 20, 2011 @ 03:19:47

    NYC is fun as was your write. Enjoy the rally!


  7. Raivenne
    May 20, 2011 @ 05:08:06

    Ah Lola! The sound, the lights, the sense of overwhelming, the thrill of ‘I will DO this!”; it’s all so wonderfully captured by your words. I have to say you nailed it! I feel all of those intermittently for my own city and I am a native New Yorker, born and bred!! Bravo!
    * Queue Frank Sinatra singing “New York, New York” *

    Enjoy the rally!


  8. Mihir Vatsa
    May 20, 2011 @ 06:45:45

    It’s good! It’s good! It’s good!

    All the references, esp. the singer at the corner and her appearing to be in a trance to other New Yorkers. And its not that it happens only at one particular place, even in India, when someone comes to a big city like Delhi or Mumbai, the nervousness of that person and stuff that he/she does really make an interesting sight. I was one of such nervous and tranced guy some years ago, but then same people understand the air of the city and move on with their lives. Don’ they?

    Loved the rhyme!


    • LoLa
      May 20, 2011 @ 07:02:26

      Mihar Vatsa,
      Thank you so much for your comment. I have seen Delhi and Mumbai on shows like the “Amazing Race” and It seems tottaly overwhelming to me.


  9. Helena
    May 20, 2011 @ 06:55:36

    New York fabulously depicted here, Lola. You’ve made me even more eager to go! All I got to do now is conquer my fear of flying…..!


    • LoLa
      May 20, 2011 @ 07:02:38

      I hope you do overcome your fear of flying because it is a wonderful way to make a lot of your dreams come true. Get a prescription of something that will knock you out and get on the plane and sleep.
      Wake up when you get there.


  10. Jingle
    May 20, 2011 @ 09:34:57

    passionate one.

    Been to New York City a few times, riding on taxi is like flying, they drive fast,
    riding in subway is kind of haunting….

    there are famous attractions, love the state of liberty and fine arts in performing …

    keep sharing.


  11. Isabel Bush
    May 20, 2011 @ 10:33:33

    brings back my own memories of NYC. hope I get to go again


    May 20, 2011 @ 10:45:54

    Never been there but enjoyed looking at the city through your eyes.Lovely capture of a newcomer’s emotions.


  13. The Lonely Recluse
    May 20, 2011 @ 15:28:13

    Loved the poem, really fun element to it. the way you wrote really resonated with the drifter inside me. Great read.
    The Lonely Recluse.


  14. mindlovemisery
    May 21, 2011 @ 01:51:57

    Great poem and lovely picture of you!


  15. tigerbrite
    May 21, 2011 @ 07:50:40

    Enjoyed the poem. New York never sleeps and has a special magic doesn’t it.


  16. Ginny Brannan
    May 22, 2011 @ 13:51:16

    Reminds me a bit of my first visit to NY City. It is such a totally different world! Nice to be reading it through someone else’s eyes!! One small suggestion if I may–Stanza 8 L2: “She excepted it’s size and crazy vibe”, perhaps the word “accepted” would work better here rather than “excepted.”
    Enjoyed this, thanks for sharing!


  17. Ms. Queenly
    May 23, 2011 @ 19:08:15

    Very thoroughly expressed, nice, LoLa!



  18. luna15
    May 24, 2011 @ 03:12:19

    powerful! loved it


  19. Red
    May 25, 2011 @ 10:56:10

    “It was as if day and night had both aligned” LOVE this line. Your way to express is lovely. It’s like that of an innocent little girl seeing something frighteningly beautiful for the first time.


  20. Meghna
    May 26, 2011 @ 03:07:01

    wow….gr8 imagery….. New york sounds just so wonderful…


    • LoLa
      May 26, 2011 @ 19:58:59

      I am sure it could be just as horriable as it is wonderful. I just happen to spend the week with Several wonderful, beautiful men and they spoiled me rotten the entire trip. I felt like a queen. 🙂 i want to live with all of them


  21. dragonkatet
    May 26, 2011 @ 18:28:48

    I’ve never been there, but I’m positive I could never, ever live in a place with SO many people. Your poem really was a wonderful journey, though! I was right there with you, in every line. Well done! 🙂


  22. Jingle
    Jun 06, 2011 @ 07:59:09

    Thanks for the acceptance,

    we have week 45 open now, welcome in.



  23. Nicole
    Sep 11, 2011 @ 06:04:42

    This poem is filled with movement. It certainly captures New York City.


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