You were inspired,
you said – you who were
music and harmony...the slow jazz
of a balmy evening;
speedwell petals flutter
and fall on an emerald sward,
like as many blue bruises
as we lay – face-up,
on the midnight grass;
the air held its summer-sweet
breath for us...
and we cupped our ears...
listened for the sound
of falling stars
while Sirius put on
a show for free for us –
flashed its message in code
of green, amber and red
our pockets full
of promises half made
and long-forgotten ‘life or death’
assignations.
This – the leaving behind
of the place you'd outgrown,
and on the horizon it glowed;
an orange ball.
Comments
Highhat | July 28, 2011 - 19:09
a gem of images- as someone pointed out earlier your poems are very visual- well done Tina
;)Pia
hilary west | July 28, 2011 - 19:23
Lovely jewel in your magic box!
Silver Spun Sand | July 28, 2011 - 20:51
Thanks, Pia. Your thoughts, and wisdom, more than appreciated.
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | July 28, 2011 - 20:52
Hi there, hilary. Great to hear from you, and your words - magic in themselves. Thank you;-)
Tina
skinner_jennifer | July 28, 2011 - 22:16
Hi Tina,
I too love this poem, especially those lines:-
as we lay - face-up,
on the midnight grass;
the air held its summer-sweet
breath for us...
It conjured up memories of sleeping out in my old
garden, where I used to live, when it was so hot
at night, the grass was tinder dry and I would fall
asleep looking up at the stars, a wonderful experience.
Thankyou for a perfect read before going to bed.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | July 28, 2011 - 22:37
Sleep well, Jenny;-) And hey, thank you for sharing your memories...a poem in itself.
Tina
fatboy74 | July 28, 2011 - 22:59
If i never read another poem again I could live my life a happy chappy :-) - this for me (pardon the cliche) is the sort of poetry that makes my heart sing. Absolutely wonderful. Nice one Tina :-)
Silver Spun Sand | July 29, 2011 - 07:56
What a lovely comment, fb, and I thank you for it;-)
Pleased you enjoyed it so much. Hope you have a peaceful weekend;-)
Tina
barryj1 | July 29, 2011 - 22:44
That final line
"This – the leaving behind
of the place you'd outgrown,..."
pulls everything nicely into focus and holds a promise of even better things to come.
Silver Spun Sand | July 29, 2011 - 22:47
Many thanks, barry. You always get to the heart of the matter;-)
Tina