Clouds in formation
Scale down
Feel the dirt, hard concrete,
wary neighbor's stare.
I walk street-lined forests
parking lots
businesses closed for the night
flitting by, a ghostly presence
You never would answer my
Circe-eyed stare, babbling confessions
Less caricature than urchin hiding
behind the starlit screen
You were everybody's dream
You said: "we are our own future."
Everyone believed.
Stopping to remember
soot-encrusted steps
smoking Marlboro cigarettes
That core of authenticity
out of boredom, nervous waiting,
demon dancing fairy tales,
skittering dreams
I didn't know at twenty
any more than I do today
Over bright subway lights
people flashing drawn and green
stop to stop
popping bursts of bubble-wrap
Iridescent jellybeans
childish play
Seated at this well-worn window
watching winter unfurl
reminded of planetary inhibitions;
starlight only entices, never means to
settle down, to calcify
Looking backward,
whispers of dust
molecules in migration
There is a viscosity to twilight
Cut from the core
fruit of neural womb, gestating decades
sluggish, subject to cravings, livid dreams
Within the secrets of the seed,
occluded aspects of beginnings,
unfolding
petal by petal
sacred in the morning dew
enticing fragrant fields
as if myths foretell our lives
The story I tell myself
may as well
be the best I can imagine
after years of imagining
Clouds focus attention on
divisions of atmosphere
Fire burns within
unaffected by sunlight
November 4, 2009
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But now it's just another show
I've looked at love from both sides now
Loves illusions
We really don't know love at all....
but something is lost and something is gained
In living everyday"
Joni Mitchell must have inspired this lovely poem.
it twas clouds inspired it
I like how it takes me back to that time when I was in my twenties.
Very evocatively written, dear Lib.
There is a viscosity to twilight
Cut from the core
fruit of neural womb, gestating decades
sluggish, subject to cravings, livid dreams
Within the secrets of the seed,
occluded aspects of beginnings,
unfolding
This is so true and lovely the way that it was phrased.
Laurie,
I felt this one, as children, we'd lie on the grass and stare at the clouds, finding all kinds of pictures and stories in them, as they moved, that changed. Now much older, I still gaze at clouds and photograph them. Perhaps to save them for later?
Marilyn
unaffected by sunlight"
Wow...just Wow...thank you for leading me here, Libramoon. I loved this.