Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 31 December 2008 @ 1:01 PM 53 Comments
(Please note, my professional training is not in poetry but in weaving Easter baskets from childhood sunsets and sidewalks of silk.)
Sun, Not So Good For Poets
Somewhere blessed with darkness,
someplace delicious with shadows
that can barely even be discerned,
it’s raining a lucky black streak.
But here night’s long since faded
like sugar into water
like sin into stain
and this virgin page
is in no mood to scuffle with
poems joyous with light or fiddles
or happy bunnies frolicking with cute
little kitties tangled in balls of yellow yarn.
(A second poem — one including pansies, was later deleted by the author, because upon closer examination, that poem rather sucked.)
Hope the one abve will tide you over until next post when I’ll gleefully honor the lovely Patricia’s “7 Deep Facts About Me” meme, wherein I’ll be a-taggin’ 7 of you Sweeties. Who, oh who, will you be?
(I took the above photo a couple days ago outside the DIY store, doesn’t it freaking rock!) (I say in all humility.)
Pansies are my favorite flowers, their little faces upturned for chin-chuckings from God. Luckily here in Austin they grace our gardens all winter long.