Friday, June 2, 2006

What I missed poetry month again! Something in the last day or so made me remember I still had some poems of my nieces I promised to put up. I was clearing files out of my flash key-drive. Also I heard someone in the media recently chiding that poetry wasn't just for April. These are poems she wrote last year. At her age a full year can mean a lot, So these do not necessarily represent how she might regard the same thoughts today. In the sidebar here as well, just to pad this post out, is another one of mine. [at some point around 6 June I decided this poem need something. I could think what, so I gave it more words. I also wrote a gloss for it which you can send away for. A Sunlight Dry sunlight pushes through the empty branches of a gray tree to press against cold reddened brick and split the long shadows of a November afternoon Boiled off the sun arriving senseless of season carrying no news the journey this year or another, to this wall or another, little different from it. To light in colors draw in sharp lines a building under drifting softer gray against a sky of washed patient blue Heavy slate tiles line a peaked roof white trim windows arrange a georgian facade the windows reflect in individual turn and pane some light away  like the glint off a wave, or swallow it after a few feet as an ocean does. these windows do not answer for this building do not speak its soul and purpose, but in their symmetry and measure the builders voice carries: we built this brick on brick put order into this land. it is ours and it will be this is what we teach this is our testimony _ _ _ p bushmiller 02Jun06 The Walk Traveling alone without a care or worry Always curious, looking and finding Watching the sun set, red and orange Seeing the clouds merge and drift off Watching colors blend and glow Along the grasses and trees Except when it grows dark Finally the moon rises, a glowing lamp Sweet air, fresh and cold Follows me as I go home Blue One day blue fell from the sky Washed down by the rain It lay quietly in the road Like any other puddle But it was blue Deep navy, bright sky Soft baby, pale ice Every shade played Across its smooth surface I went and knelt by it To watch the swirling colors And I heard the blue as well A beautiful noise, lonely and soft Like the whistling wind, crashing waves Falling rain, rushing rivers, calling birds And a little bit of silence All in one sound And as I bent closer I could smell it too Faint and beautiful Fresh and renewed Like the rain and the sea Or the air before a storm And as I smelled this I put my hand Into the blue It felt cool and smooth Like silk It flowed about my fingers like water Supple as a snake I brought out a drop And put it on my tongue It was cool and fresh Tasting sweet like peppermint Then the sun broke out And shed its light across the street Shining on the blue And the blue was carried away by the wind As it flew away to touch the sky _ _ _ Nicole Cacozza April 28, 2005 11:20:58 PM    comment [];trackback [];

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