Above the Clouds at Sunrise, Frederic Church
Some days are like a drunk goddess
in delirious abandon
toppled her glass,
sending red and pink streams
to drift like rose petals amidst
brilliant blues and greens–
until the clouds gather in grey-browed fury
and the sea roars,
sings the universe,
what comes next?
What will your ferocious heart
as time dances
through if and when–
will you remember the slow smile of twilight,
the kiss of flower-perfumed air?
My message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She likes to mix some humor in her warnings.
Frederic Edwin Church, “Beacon off Mount Desert Island”
Looking Out the Window
a warning to sailors–
yet I delight in night’s demise,
I’m combining prompts: a Crapsey Cinquain for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt
and a seeing red poem for Sarah’s dVerse prompt.
It’s also the start of NaPoWriMo, but I’ll see if I can do something else for that.
Dawn ascends in rosy drapery
Each pleat of her gown a different shade,
Fuchsia to pale pink, daily refashioning her fashion, she
Gathers the glimmering fabric about her, then soars
Higher and higher. Now the robin trills her entrance–and
I gaze out the window, dreaming of what the day will bring.
Frederic Edwin Church, “Beacon, off Mount Desert Island,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
No beautiful sunrise here today. It’s still cloudy and misty.
This poem is for dVerse. Lillian has asked us to write an Alphabet Sestet. We are to pick any six-letter sequence from the alphabet. I chose D E F G H I.