A simple evening's softness. Work is done,
At least for now. Sometimes, when darkened sky
Provides a backdrop, windows in the sun
Turn copper-gold. Sometimes a firefly,
A little early for the season, may
Be looking for another. Sometimes, rain
May fall because it's been too hot a day,
Or just because; sometimes it won't explain,
For lack of patience. Evening lingers on,
A little more than yesterday, but less
Than still to come. A quiet, warmer dawn
That changes course, and darkens. Loneliness
May hover here, but moves to higher ground.
There's too much likely happiness around.
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Open!, my brain, to the skies!
Let sunlight cauterize my thoughts.
Dry up, slime on sagging nerve links.
Harden, lines into my eyes.
Die! Maggots in my mind.
Rain, flush through gullies of my brain
That red fresh flesh may quick rebloom,
Grow bloodnets into happy synapse,
Dream roadways, stark outlined.
Dry! Wet fungus of despair.
Blow breezes through my skull
That starlight stream through all my channels,
Ventilate the musty air.
Reform!, my million billion cells
From all the crystal patterns
Which ring through bone and meat and blood
In choruses of shining bells.
Linnnn, I am looking forward to the occasional uncomfortably warm and humid evening, so the yard lights up with them.
Fusun, the word "intricate" puts a serious responsibility-as-poet on my desk. Thanks... but you might scare me back into light verse for a couple of days!
trilogy yes, earlier. Actually 90% written on the way out to my mom's, after writing yesterday's "Placeholder". That made it easy to finish and post quickly.
Jan, slow down! Oh MAN your comments are hard to follow!
anna1, all through the day? You and Fusun are both scaring me back to light verse now. (Egad, the responsibility!)
Pilgrim, you know, it's the funniest thing. I wrote it mostly while driving. It just kind of happened that way.
sweetfeet, oh gosh, really? Aha - you must be an end-of-day kind of person, no?
Jonathan, welcome! And thank you -- just writing to scare away the blues.
Everyone, thank you so much for stopping by to read. I will run out of words to use, for telling you how much it means.