"hampering" poems - Hello Poetry

There are metallic, life-like statues of human figures scattered through my city, often on park benches. You must look twice the first time you spot them, and sometimes, each time, as they are so nat-ural, that they fool the retina image of man. The traffic light, red to green, yet my limbs, froze fruit solid, release catch stuck, unflippable, somehow plastic freezes, mobility skills rusted by December's hampering cheeky cheeks, a seasonal reddish copper discoloration of the extremities, a harmony of no sensation A comet stuck in pedestrian neutral, collided/jostled by starry eyed Fifth Avenue street walkers and tourists. my presence sensed, touched, yet avoided, unnoticed, like streetlight, lamppost, mailbox, I am, a body, at rest, unseen but on display in the art gallery of Manhattan's Lost and Found In the section of the paper where the unimportant local news is sliced n' diced into single paragraphs, of human interest, tidbits, amuse bouche, items of major minor interest, The New York Times reported the discovery of an unauthorized lifelike bronze n' copper sculpture. eyes of polished nickel, heart of stained steel, rendition of a man so lifelike y'all do a triple take, smile, take a cell photo, phone a friend his embodiment can be found on the rounded corner of Columbus Circle, @59th St., where you enter Central Park. upon a bench, man clutching Sunday newspapers, a pair of scissors, coupons cut, scattered at his feet. a homely but comely, ****** expression, one of bewilderment. A tiny plaque on a brass plate, at his feet, hints of his progenitor and human origins. Artist: Unknown, Materials: Organic Metals Title: A Living Finish

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Nov 18, 2013

Nov 18, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

A Living Finish (Sunday's newspapers come on Saturday - Part II)

There are metallic, life-like statues of human figures scattered through my city, often on park benches. You must look twice the first time you spot them, and sometimes, each time, as they are so nat-ural, that they fool the retina image of man. The traffic light, red to green, yet my limbs, froze fruit solid, release catch stuck, unflippable, somehow plastic freezes, mobility skills rusted by December's hampering cheeky cheeks, a seasonal reddish copper discoloration of the extremities, a harmony of no sensation A comet stuck in pedestrian neutral, collided/jostled by starry eyed Fifth Avenue street walkers and tourists. my presence sensed, touched, yet avoided, unnoticed, like streetlight, lamppost, mailbox, I am, a body, at rest, unseen but on display in the art gallery of Manhattan's Lost and Found In the section of the paper where the unimportant local news is sliced n' diced into single paragraphs, of human interest, tidbits, amuse bouche, items of major minor interest, The New York Times reported the discovery of an unauthorized lifelike bronze n' copper sculpture. eyes of polished nickel, heart of stained steel, rendition of a man so lifelike y'all do a triple take, smile, take a cell photo, phone a friend his embodiment can be found on the rounded corner of Columbus Circle, @59th St., where you enter Central Park. upon a bench, man clutching Sunday newspapers, a pair of scissors, coupons cut, scattered at his feet. a homely but comely, ****** expression, one of bewilderment. A tiny plaque on a brass plate, at his feet, hints of his progenitor and human origins. Artist: Unknown, Materials: Organic Metals Title: A Living Finish