Once in a long time ago
The skies were orange
Erupting volcanoes threw up
Small islands
into the dark sea
and the air was carbon dioxide and nitrogen
Once in a long time to come
The earth will fry
Or come to some other violent end
Right now I’m thinking
We are but tiny and brief
bursts of light.
And I watch you sleep
Naked beside me
In the hot night
Your back pain momentarily forgotten
And I listen to the seagulls
That interrupt my thoughts
And my mind swings to and fro
6 comments:
Thanks for that Roger - it really cheered me up!
With this thought in mind:
"The earth will fry
Or come to some other violent end"
and with a naked lady beside you I know what I wopuld be doing.:)
Probably sharing a plate of chips?
This poem is still a bit ragged actually. Will need to do a better version I think.
"We are but tiny and brief
bursts of light."
It makes me feel optimistic!
What I love about this piece is the combination of a profound, cosmic narrative with the suddenm immediate, tactile description of the "hot night" in which you are living.
This piece "swings to and fro" between these two poles: (1) cosmic, ultimate questions and (2) immediate surroundings you are in.
Both give meaning to each other and the last few lines capture them both.
Brilliant!
Thanks Anon!!!
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