“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Monday, July 27, 2020
Ask the Sky Why
To lie
on your back
defeated
and speak your pieces
vehemently
as rain
at the ever listening sky
You know
this broad shoulder
of horizon
can take more
than your loaded gun
and spinning
chambers
as if a game
of Russian Roulette
would elicit a thunderous
STOP!
Threats empty
as a cloudless sapphire
catching light
and glaring
in its reflection
of you.
Life at this angle
in this volume
comes back
to us
in the same way
we know
every word has been heard
before you opened your mouth
and took
it all
in
as unnoticed
breath.
Painting by Francis Job Short (1857-1945), 'Sea and Sky at Seaford' in Public domain.
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