Apple Blossoms
(Note: I am unable to preserve the intended indentations)
The long fall of apple leaves
blossoms
white
torn to shreds
The wind heavy
the fruitless leaves
falling
Will I wake up?
Will I wake up to the tilled earth, the dull brown colored frieze?
summer, spring, or autumn
the winter’s cold
an empty metallic waking
But I am not wandering that dry ravine
of dust and dirt and dog-print footsteps
morels in the shadows
moist lipped mushrooms
she held them in her hand
chewing thoughtfully
I’ve made a mistake
And the ceiling of the world that falls and shatters
I am pointed upside-down and I fall up
up into the sky
that is no longer beneath me
up along the curve, the aperture, the firmament
the surreptitiously turning
lolling in some endless grace
Let there be light!
Let there be stars!
Let the moon rise tomorrow
slicing! through the sun
The wind of a spring storm can spread a sonnet of trees
whispers murmurs
spring
the lashing rain
torrent lightening
sleeping in the sun
feeling warm and awkward
listen to the nest
stir hungry
listen to the frail cries
Will the stars come down tomorrow?
The long fall of apple leaves
blossoms
white
torn to shreds
The wind heavy
the fruitless leaves
falling
Will I wake up?
Will I wake up to the tilled earth, the dull brown colored frieze?
summer, spring, or autumn
the winter’s cold
an empty metallic waking
But I am not wandering that dry ravine
of dust and dirt and dog-print footsteps
morels in the shadows
moist lipped mushrooms
she held them in her hand
chewing thoughtfully
I’ve made a mistake
And the ceiling of the world that falls and shatters
I am pointed upside-down and I fall up
up into the sky
that is no longer beneath me
up along the curve, the aperture, the firmament
the surreptitiously turning
lolling in some endless grace
Let there be light!
Let there be stars!
Let the moon rise tomorrow
slicing! through the sun
The wind of a spring storm can spread a sonnet of trees
whispers murmurs
spring
the lashing rain
torrent lightening
sleeping in the sun
feeling warm and awkward
listen to the nest
stir hungry
listen to the frail cries
Will the stars come down tomorrow?
posted by read | 5:50 PM
2 Comments:
Whoa, this one is really good! Wonderful auditiory and visual imagery. There's a repressed energy here, pushing to get out. I would suggest cutting the "is" out of "the wind is heavy"--would make it all the heavier. As for fine sequences, I love the sounds of "morels in the shadows/moist lipped mushrooms/she held them in her hand/chewing thoughtfully"--not only the sounds, but the accretion of image--the moist lips, the chewing, and the shadows all build to bring "her" as sensual but someone (something) to be careful with/of. "A sonnet of trees" and the moon "slicing"--yes!
Thanks for all the comments Mr. K. It's great to get feedback on my poetry. I like your suggestion about the "is" and I think I'll change that. Interesting the personal connections one makes with poetry, i.e. you with your bicycle man.
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