Was anyone else having problems with WordPress yesterday? It just did not want to work on my compy. Very odd.
The inspirational juices are running pretty low this week… work has been kicking my post-vacation behind. But I managed to get this one out there, which is doing semi-double duty for Margo’s prompt about looking at things with a different perspective (okay, I’m really fudging on that one), and WWP’s prompt about using colors. Really, I just wanted to write this poem, and that’s a heartening feeling.
Tumbling round the bend is the first
suggestion of autumn: when small leaves put on
pale jewelry and everything grows wet
Every haystack is a phoenix nest and
every precipice is a triumph of faith.
One prow of cloud emerges
between two of the mountain’s hundred
furrowed brows; it bears a memory of blue
dripping with deepness. And
occasionally a car rouses a seedy
storm of amaranth grains.
two omens without a shape collide, well,
for every action– there is a peal of thunder,
a sudden frisson of falling-chandelier-rain,
treasure, soaked through, appearing,
spilling its yolk
upon the dirty canvas sky. And we sing for
the passage of time. And we applaud the curtain
coming down on yet another