If
the sky were any bigger it would kill me clean.
like an iceberg into the melting sea.
The sun colors the sky best before it
breaks dawn
each wisp of cloud a red kite on a string.
It enhances the tree clinging to its
last wind-torn leaf
like a mother to her child through the fence of the king.
It’s bigger than a barn from afar, that
tree
and I don’t know its name or how old it is,
limbs full of empty nests unraveling in
the wind.
Too lazy to have walked through a field of grass
to stand under a tree, the vast sweep of
its arms,
and pay homage to that which is braver than me.
Too cowed to lobe arrows at the wall of
the king,
my capacity to feel small is undiminished by lies.
The sun travels its arc across a
blood-splattered sky
and I finish the day in a multitude of small ways.
like an iceberg into the melting sea.
each wisp of cloud a red kite on a string.
like a mother to her child through the fence of the king.
and I don’t know its name or how old it is,
Too lazy to have walked through a field of grass
and pay homage to that which is braver than me.
my capacity to feel small is undiminished by lies.
and I finish the day in a multitude of small ways.
In participation with OLN (open link night) at dVerse, the pub where poets hang out and there's always something good to drink and poems to chew on. A good way to finish out the week, methinks!!.
7 comments:
A beautiful poem full o profound observations. I especially loved these two couplets:
"to stand under a tree, the vast sweep of its arms,
and pay homage to that which is braver than me."
"The sun travels its arc across a blood-splattered sky
and I finish the day in a multitude of small ways."
There are so many way to be humbled by what is around us... I am always surprised with people who think they can rise above, I think the greatest people are those who see how small they are.
"If the sky were any bigger it would kill me clean.
like an iceberg into the melting sea.
The sun colors the sky best before it breaks dawn
each wisp of cloud a red kite on a string."
Stunning words--it's like you were with me on some of my morning walks. 💙
well done, from the killer opening line through to the quiet close ~
This is incredibly raw and poignant! ❤️
Melanchic feel to this. Favorite lines are:
"limbs full of empty nests unraveling in the wind." and your last line.
Love the visuals created by the choice of words.
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