A Rendezvous in New York City

And one night I returned

to the long avenue

lit with nervous stars

and talking cardboards;

I walked down the puddle-less lane

for it was once again, summer

and it hasn’t rained…

yet. 

In the square, we were met

by the scintillating stares

of moving statues

and dancing towers.

And I walked like a tourist

to the nearby corner

for a slice of the old pie

sold by the dollar. 

In the morning, 

they were all gone

save for the splendour

of the shops

and the scent

of overpriced coffee

in the counter. 


And on 59th, I saw my friends

on their way to Chelsea.

We caught the blue train

that was late again

and back I went

to the street

numbered 53

to sit and ponder 

in my favorite library. 

Might this be the dream 

I take out

from my sleepy head

into reality?

To meet again my fantasy

of melting with

and among

the colorful people,

their flags, their histories;

in the sweltering,

boiling

fragrant pot

that is the magic

of New York City.


A Rendezvous in New York City

December 16, 2020

Rose Valley

The valley is silent

Save for the shuffling

Of red roses, 

Gently kissed

By the sweet breeze

Of my child-like longing. 

And soft, soft, 

They whisper

Your careful words;

Closely, I listen.


They say from the hilltops,

Somewhere near the shuls, 

They hear you singing

Amidst the roar

Of the nearby falls. 

And somewhere, a note

From the mellow tunes,

Speaks of a name

You so oft used

To call me. 


In the hush

Of the approaching noon,

Their scent caresses 

My being.

I see them dancing

To my strides,

All abloom; their petals, 

Washed

With the pink-red

Of your lips’ touch. 


Rose Valley

October 8, 2020

A New Day’s Light

Through fiery arches

and columns,

disintegrating

shafts, flutes, and plinths,

we will run;

I will hold your hand. 

To the other side

of this crumbling temple,

far from the rubble,

where the grass awaits

wet with morning dew,

I will walk with you. 


See the skies burning

with the new day’s light;

towers

rising above tomorrow’s

hills and plains

where we will sit with Pain

and listen

‘til it’s but a whisper

under the crescent’s glimmer.

Watch!

The fireflies dancing

to the songs of minstrels. 


I am but a scribbler;

I have none to offer

but my words. 

But if you come with me,

I can take you

to incredible worlds

if only for a night’s wink.

And together, 

we will inscribe our dreams

into reality

and each other’s names

to infinity!


A New Day’s Light

October 2, 2020

Sonnet I

So here’s my first real attempt for a sonnet.


So is your beam like sunlight to my day

Which glimmers in the gloom of starless nights;

As still my boat from its unsteady sway,

Your words bring peace to my tumultuous flights.

So do I search for you in all my thoughts

And find you there so oft to my surprise;

Without you, all my days will be for naught

Like a child without her blanket thus she cries.

And so I pray you, please don’t leave my side,

For I shall not forsake you, joy or strife;

My love for you never will I hide

And I will treasure you for all my life.

   So long as you are here, I am at peace

   And every woe turns to unbounded bliss.


Sonnet 1

September 27, 2020

One Step

One step, one day, one moment at a time

Put one foot forward

Then the next

Who knows where my steps end,

Where they lead

Move through the motion

Let the tears flow

They speak of a rainbow,

A lining in the sky

I cannot see

From my tunnel

But light awaits the edge,

How faint it is

Yet light still is

A packet of hope in my pocket

Heartaches will ease

I will breathe so long as my heart beats

Time will pass

How slow it does

How fast it ticks

These wounds never heal

But I can live

With them

What awaits?

But tomorrow

Tomorrow, if I live to see

Everything is temporary


One Step

📝 📷 –Natalia Go

April 16, 2020

Photo taken April 15, 2020

Two Seconds

Two seconds

The bomb went off

Shrapnels flying in every direction

All of them

Somehow landing onto me

Two eyes glinted with no spark

Through metal bars,

Met mine

For two seconds and fled

Gunpowder clouded the air

I took cover

Behind the glass

When I came out,

Everything was gone

The door closed,

The skies dimmed,

Rain fell


Should I have ran out

To stop the blast?

There was no time

To disarm.

BOOM!

The imminent clash,

Fragments of shells

Too quickly, too deep into my skin

An engine fired

Wheels turned toward the road,

I was alone

I didn’t bleed

Even as shrapnels

Continued to explode

Within me


I ran back

To my quarters,

Safe from further harm

Too late

To stop the rapid poison of lead

Now spreading through my veins

In just two seconds

The world ended,

Time frenzied,

Tears fell


Two seconds

Life resumed,

Forever changed.


Two Seconds

📝 Natalia Go

November 27th, 2019

Now It’s Your Turn

Your eyes gleam of firelight

That once brightened

My world before it went down in flames

Your smile speaks of dreams I once dreamt

Wash to shore before they were forged

I long for you to hear my voice

And tell you, it’s going to be okay

Once it’s all over

Once you see the rubble around you

And the destruction under your feet…

If you are still standing


My heart breaks how now you hear

Only the chirping birds

Afraid when at last, you begin to heed

The steady cowing crows

I would whisper in your ears

The things the hound would do

But for now, they will not hear,

They don’t belong to you

If I show you a picture

Of the hollow shell that you will be

It’ll only be a deity

On her pedestal, you’ll see

Unsuspecting of the moment

You’re brought down in the final scene


For that, I am sorry

I am sorry when time it comes

For you to cry my tears

But I can only watch from a distance

As you’re groomed to live my fears

You must forgive me…

For the woeful truth

That I am glad that you are here

Now I take my leave free of the chains

That now are bound to you

Now, it’s your turn.


📝 Natalia Go

Written July 25th, 2019

at the NYPL on 53rd

Along the Neon Prism

City lights, cheery sounds;

along the neon prism, I claimed a corner.

Between the Incas and the pandas,

the eastern dragon ahead;

I taste the lukewarm comfort of your cheap pottage

and found none.

In between paper cheese and liquid sugar,

I take and blow a misty whiff

hoping a second’s stillness would remind me

of what I’m doing here…

If I ever did know.

 

Amid your lovers, vagrants, and sleepwalkers,

I try to speed by;

afraid for my face to disappear

among theirs.

Pray tell me why

after the dancing waters and the desert snakes,

I’m still out here in this faux

Ville de Lumière,

driven from my temporary corner

to this windy plaza

by sandy-fringed babble.

I watch as your sleepwalkers head back to dreams

while I walk again on sore leather

to your lazy wagon;

back to my strange desert home.


📝 Natalia Go

Written August 10th, 2019