Ed Masterson Poet Rhyme

Our City

Beneath the laminated heavens built for you and I,
memories in turn of century cylinders are lost and
passing by. They beckon with a wail and personal applause
Inviting you to join, before the day withdraws.

Ignore the early stations, lost in their vignettes -

A reservoir of gemini left purling in its wake,
the scent of east-side lobster served well past its date,
daylight wasting in a condo twice sublet,
and elderflower friends that you have never MET.

Depart at Bowery and look for me -

where excess steam exhales forgotten memories
whispered out by cafes turned to sensory
bazaars, and dissipates among avowals left undone
by boys preoccupied by counting stars, not suns.

Exhausting spirits in proportion to their zinfandel -

Until you wander back by east-side locking doors,
past sleeping cats in midnight grocery stores,
at last to sunken homes with tortoise shells
to sleep beneath the echoes of farewells.

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Beata Agustin August 31, 2026 at 6:15 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Alison A Smith nee Howarth August 29, 2026 at 5:03 AM This is a brilliantly atmospheric poem! The vivid urban imagery—especially the "sleeping cats in midnight grocery stores" and the exhaling steam—paints such a nostalgic, sensory picture of the city. I absolutely love how you structured the piece, using those standalone transitional lines to guide the reader through the beautifully rhymed stanzas almost like stops on a romantic, late-night train journey. A wonderfully evocative read. Ed Masterson September 1, 2026 at 4:53 PM Thank you so much for the comment! It means the world to me that you took the time to read the poem and validate some of the creative choices and the structure.