Each month, write a new collection.
Across a tangerine skysilver clouds appearthen fade backinto the night like memories
that's a lovely one. i really like the controlled speech and the evocativeness of the last word.
Yeah, that last metaphor is killer!
Right now in Coupeville there’s blue peeking through Tall trees in patches. Before with coffee on the other side of the houseit was all blueAnd white over still mirrored water. Before I movedWest I only saw sky in daggered sliversEdged out by the skyscrapers, and a big expanseScared me. Now I go to new york and love theConcrete canyons but soon they closeIn, and I want to break out and feel thatEnormity — swim in that big sky again. In LA sometimes I go and stand onMy front porch so I can see the sky darken overThe El Royale Apartments. Mae West lived there, And so did a bunch of other stars so they couldBe close to the studio, but I think they liked mostBeing in that bowl that is Los Angeles, just north of wilshirelooking northAnd seeing the Hollywood Hills, and above all thatStill — although it’s a big city — you can see so muchSky.
I really love the tone. It's almost mournful, but I'm not sure why.
Yes a wan tone a little Raymond Chandler-ee ;)
Starry NightFootprints in the skies with the stars at nightOnly if you drive up from the city lightsUp to the hilltops or the mountains and get a glimpse of the stars unless it is overcastthen the cloud cover blocks the viewThe bluest skies I have ever saw wereIn MontanaThe stars come out at nightBut, for me I see, noneBut the greyThe hazeMaybe oneThe north star shining brightThe sky above the earth belowWe are alone on this planet in spaceA world wobbling with gracefor the space we see isAs blue as the oceanas our place is hereconcentrating on livingand sustainingso we keep looking to the skya great system to fathom finite mindsTo understand we are a small planetWith the air to breatheOnly above us is the skyWith clouds and breezeLike swells in the oceansurrounded by more clouds
That's really spiritual man!
Heavens Haikulight peeks the hillsmy closed lids feel the heatfacing eastern hillssweat clouds my eyesshade my eyes with my handsweat mingled with dirtfish in the waveslike shadows from western lightI wait for darknessback to the cool sandcounting endless specks of lightthe cycle ends
That's really wonderful! Love the haiku stanzas.
Thank you John. I always appreciate your kind words.
A Moment With The StarsThe ground radiated a gentle heatBlending seamlessly with the airPulsing into my bare feetSoothing away my careThe sky above was pitchNo clouds to block the starsTheir twinkle so bright, so richMerging with Venus and MarsThey all hung above meSo close, yet impossible to graspAll was as it should beMy throat slipped out a gaspI stretched out on the groundMy eyes focused on the lightsI never heard a single soundOnce Heaven was in my sightsEntranced by the nightI felt my weight melt awayMy soul had taken flightNow everything was okayI meditated there a whileEverything and nothing in my mindFrom life to death, from comfort to styleNo thought was left behindGazing on the Cheshire moonI smiled back with peaceful gleeUpon the rock that made oceans swoonAnd mesmerized children like meI finally sat up, then stoodMy flight with the universe doneI snuck back inside, as quiet as I couldWent to bed... and waited for the sun
Lovely, so good I enjoyed it twice.
That's really wonderful!