A Fountain Beautifully Frozen

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“Frozen Fountain” Photo by Joshue Olandria


New York City experienced a cold spell today.

This is how the pink granite Josephine Shaw Lowell Memorial Fountain at the Bryant Park in Midtown looks this evening – beautifully frozen!

Located at the western gateway to the park, this granite fountain was designed by Charles Adams Platt and was dedicated in 1912.

The Josephine Shaw Lowell Memorial Fountain is New York City’s first public memorial dedicated to a woman. Josephine Lowell (1843-1905) was a social worker and founder of the Charity Organization Society. #

Source: http://www.bryantpark.org

My Winter Oasis

Photo by Dupz Ravelo

by Marietta Geraldino

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Oasis.” 

Deep freeze, calls for layers
In the cold, my teeth chatter
Bone chilling wind makes me shiver
A frozen reminder that it’s winter…
To your white pebble beach, my memory escapes.

Winter blast, whipping wind
Claws the skin, so unkind!
Icy walkways test the patience
A frosty token of winter’s presence…
To your warm sea breeze, my consciousness flies.

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Winter Morning

Photo by Guia Tiujongco

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…~mtg          

by Marites Avisado-Responte

A morning so cold and misty

My melancholic sighs revealed the

the pain of your absence…

Birds from afar sang a poignant melody

mocking the emptiness as the sounds

of your leaving footsteps barely heard…

The leafless trees raised their boughs with

rancour to welcome the faint gleam of the

morning sun.. made me think the loss

of vigor to live when your gaze so distant

and goodbyes carelessly spoken…

Morning dews lost their luster as tiny drops of

snow fell unceasingly… blurring my hope to bring you back

into my midst, I so desired.

My timeless devotion you can own… I so promised

Yet you chose to depart and only memories I gripped

To go on living and find the pieces to make me whole again…

Where are the colors this world made?

As I danced with you in the summer delight

Would my heart ever sing again? As the leaves

sway gracefully in the autumn breeze…

Now, your absence brought numb of sorrow

and frozen plea not heard…drowned in the stillness of the winter morning….


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 Marites Avisado-Responte, fondly called Ites, is a dear friend who loves to write poems. She will be a regular contributor to the Poetry section of The Inflection Point.