We huddled by the Hudson, under a black umbrella.
Shoes leaked, Miss Liberty was draped in cloud.
Open brollies mushroomed in open-topped buses.
Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings.
New York dripped in my ears, American sentences in the rain.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd May 2018
Another poem for this week’s dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille. This time it’s a re-worked version of a poem I posted back in April 2017. As my one and only visit to New York was over 16 years ago, I’ve used an image from Pinterest.
writing in north norfolk 
Rhythm of raindrops here and all the visuals of seeing nothing of New York under umbrellas and mist – only the American accents dripping into your ears give the locale
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I love how you tied this to the visit in New York…
especially: American sentences in the rain
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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This is so good!😍 I love “Miss Liberty was draped in cloud.” 💜
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Thank you, Sanaa 💟🌹
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I like that dripping of American sentences.
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I like the local color of this urban rain!
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I enjoyed this
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Thank you!
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“New York dripped in my ears” – great writing!
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Thank you, Jo!
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kaykuala
NY weather can cause stifling of tourist planning and can turn out to be expensive!
Hank
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I like the image of open brollies mushrooming in open topped buses.
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I loved New York in the rain 🙂
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That really comes through in your poem 🙂
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You made the best of your visit despite the rain as your memories of NewYork are vividly painted in this piece.
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Thank you, Mish.
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I love the pitter-patter image of NY & of course the clever use of ‘American Sentences’ & also the blurred Statue of Liberty seemed very symbolic for these days. Brilliant.
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Thank you Sumana
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Nice!!! I saw her while on vacation with my sister one year.[ in my travelling phase]
Nice poem Kim. Happy you dropped by my blog
Much💞love
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Thank you, Gilena! 😊
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Wonderful. These days, I must say that I went past the delight in the rain to think of the world’s tears. We simply open our umbrellas.
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I enjoyed this write.
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Thank you, Annell. 🌂
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You took me there, umbrella and all.
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Am smiling, as you poetically describe the scene of a NYC rainstorm. Especially, the verse of “Open brollies mushroomed in open-topped buses.” I can picture the scene in my mind’s eye.
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You can tell I’ve been! It was a great visit, years ago, and I’ll never forget it.
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Great use of American Sentences, Kim. Sorry your visit was under a cloud.
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Thank you, Sara. It was only one day of rain. We did have sunshine for most of our visit. But the downpour was spectacular!
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Yes, count on us New Yorkers to provide spectacular rain!
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