Friday, May 23, 2014
What the sky scatters (aside from my thoughts)
Rain, drenching fragile cherry blossoms
Blue in death-tide, white-knuckled in bosom.
I write on the clouds on my way to work.
They have secrets, I tell them to loudly slurp.
I am an onlooker as passengers knit their time
With books, games & music as train stop grinds.
I see graffiti on the walls. Is the fruit too ripe?
My bag is heavy with lunch & rewrites.
A man comes on board, too eager to preach
His religion, I close my eyes & disengage.
I paint the afternoon sun with emerald glade
Spring is shy maiden in the middle of the lake.
I lose my thread of thoughts, floating between
grooves, until my pen plucks them in midstream.
Crescent moon, meteors flashing the night sky
Perhaps the dome of heaven is so close by.
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - At the Slant- Using slant rhymes
And Poetry Jam - Rain - Happy weekend ~