last night was windy
not so windy that any trees
came down
not near our house anyway
and there wasn’t much
to move out of the road
a few sticks
a few small branches
pine cones
today the sea was dark
not wine dark
and while there are whales
near
it did not bring to mind
the whale-path or swan-road
instead the water looked
dirty from a distance
churning up whatever
blew into her all-accepting embrace
tonight the sky is dark
time for a new moon
(as if the old one
isn’t good enough
or worn out–look at the holes!)
and even the stars seem
buried in that darkness
rather than shining through it
now
not much to clear from my mind
a few creaking trees
a little foam
starlight
Tag: sky
pulpectomy (20170905)
the sky is a blue jaw
filled with scattered
broken teeth
no blood
no pain
just exposed and shattered enamel
pearls left to drift
carved out and
carving out
like ivory islands
which is another way
to address the bones of
the sky
look up to keep
from looking
the gray morning (20160615)
the sky is smooth and gray
like concrete
my words are featureless
leeched of color
like concrete
three black crows harass a fourth
she has something in her beak
limp and glistening
against this morning sky
they are the only
movement
sound
color
this summer evening sees no stars (20160603)
this summer evening
sees no stars
set into the night sky
perhaps an eagle took them
on silent wings to line her nest
this summer evening
or the man who cannot shut his eyes
buried them and now he
sees no stars
or rather than theft, is it the rippling
golden expanse of laughter
set into the night sky
——
for
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #33: Silent cascade
Poem 20150908
we scan the page
but the map
is not the territory
here, some skin
the curve of a hip
and a long sigh
there is nothing
written down
in the instructions
the sky has assumed
a shade of blue
that hurts the eyes
with an intense
purity and clarity
if not for that one cloud
Poem 20150211
like a song filtering through the air
on a clear day
when the sky is so bright
it seems like the sun will crack
the way an egg does,
breathing feels like flight
the sun like feathers on the skin
and your feet lift out of your shoes
because your shoes
are only meant to tread the earth
and you rise
and you rise
and the earth falls away
below your
painted toes
Poem 20150208
the day cools
yesterday was much hotter
than predicted
today seemed much cooler
than predicted
the sky is blue
so blue
so clear
so pure
it’s a verb
it blues so hard
it hurts to stare at it
from my spot
on the couch
i spare it a moment
while i think about
something else
until looking at the sky
makes my eyes water
and i forget what
i was thinking about
Poem 20150127b
i’ll take a star
out of the night sky
let it cool in my hands
and hide it in a place
where you will find it
it will be warm
and white
in your
warm white palm
and if you hold it close
to your ear
you will hear the galaxies turning
and the voice of an angel
which is your own voice
and the star is your beating heart
Words and Feathers 