Poem for Poetry Thursday
If it's Thursday, there must be poetry!
Finally, the poems are returning. I don't have much to say other that I started out writing one poem and then wrote something completely different--I love it when that happens! Still working out my pronoun issues; but still, this week's poem is a decent first draft.
Also, feel free to check out my Postcard Poetry Exchange project.
Out of the Blue
I don’t believe in suddenly. Nothing happens
all of the sudden, as if I couldn’t hear
thunder before lightning’s rip-crack
or feel a tree split in two.
There are ions that flow in opposite directions,
but that’s not us. That’s not our story.
We course between pulses of rain-drenched leaves.
We bow under buttressing branches
outstretched and wanting,
always wanting.
Listen to our low-shaded song.
For some, barely a shimmer of light
exists between them. They subsist on rock-gut,
on life left over. No place of origin.
No memory of the time before the blue faded,
when a sudden breeze carried
the electricity of surprise.
Finally, the poems are returning. I don't have much to say other that I started out writing one poem and then wrote something completely different--I love it when that happens! Still working out my pronoun issues; but still, this week's poem is a decent first draft.
Also, feel free to check out my Postcard Poetry Exchange project.
Out of the Blue
I don’t believe in suddenly. Nothing happens
all of the sudden, as if I couldn’t hear
thunder before lightning’s rip-crack
or feel a tree split in two.
There are ions that flow in opposite directions,
but that’s not us. That’s not our story.
We course between pulses of rain-drenched leaves.
We bow under buttressing branches
outstretched and wanting,
always wanting.
Listen to our low-shaded song.
For some, barely a shimmer of light
exists between them. They subsist on rock-gut,
on life left over. No place of origin.
No memory of the time before the blue faded,
when a sudden breeze carried
the electricity of surprise.
Comments
I'm happy for you that the poems are returning.
I really like your 'Out of the Blue'. It seems true that nothings happens that way. There are always precursors and warnings.
Rose
xo
It just feels good to write poems again.
Fine poem. I like the postcard poem, too! Zhaqoob! (The word verification thingy sounds like something Captain Marvel would say before he blasts off, so, Zhaqoob!)
:)
From title onward. I could read this over and over.
exists between them" ~
and I'm sure that their lives are so much poorer for it.
Great return to form ;)
I particularly liked "Listen to our low shaded song."