"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Bad Weather

Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand
Would be to me essential,
If thou and thy white arms were there.
The Black Riders and Other Lines, Stephen Crane

May Bush - Spiraea Cantoniensis


Spring rain spatters.
A wind- rattled branch creaks.
Here the contrived dilemma:
root-bound, it longs to take flight.
In a dreary corner, the May
has burst its banks again.
Waterlogged, it sags
its white shoulders,
finger-tips in mud.
I look for your return through
streaky windowpanes
wondering where all the birds go
in bad weather.


Play It Again, Toads

Inspired by the writing of James Wright, as showcased in The Sunday Mini-Challenge (December 2014), this is a pastiche of his style and Part 3 of a loose collection of short pieces inspired by Stephen Crane's The Black Riders. 

Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Ashes

Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty
The Black Riders and Other Lines , Stephen Crane

Sunset ~ Mikalojus Ciurlionis (1908)


And I have seen the sun set
into a westward ocean in a slow bright
slide without giving a hint of steam,
like a silent sigh.
And I have felt the rough edge
of a lover’s jaw slip down my neck,
leaving a raw trail of nerves;
my skin remembered long after
he was gone.
Why do you speak to me of beauty?
These are only the ashes.


Fire from a Different Sun is hosted by Izy Gruye on Real Toads.