Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Poetry Bus Seeks New Experience From Old Riders




Uiscebots is driving the bus - I've brought my own seat belt and some lunch because he has asked of us the following:

Last Friday, as part of my remit as Poetry Bus Driver in residence, I suggested visiting somewhere new and writing about it.

It's all HERE

Problem is, I've been having great success in practicing my favorite pastime: being a hermit. So, I haven't been out, seen anything new, done anything outdoors beyond bagging leaves and tree leavings. During a past ride on the poetry bus I saw something old with with new eyes, however, and being an hermetocric upstart who can't (or won't) follow the simplest directions, I submit this:





Mist Opportunity on the Bayside Bridge

Today I crossed the bridge at dawn

Amidst a daydream fog that stratified the horizon

Into a declined adjective

Grey

Greyer

Greyest

And pressed flat a flock of gulls

Who, I think, would rather fly than decorate the bay

Like French knots on a silver satin sheet

The morning mist smeared the sun

Into a shimmery mass

Painting out the trappings of civilization

Just for a while

Softening the periphery

Until the sun gathered in its edges

Burned the haze away

And laid out a day blue sky

And reality

Yellow lines

Do not pass

Exit right


Cynthia Ann Conciatu

4 comments:

Titus said...

I like the way this asks so much of the reader - real intelligence in the writing coupled with some unexpected images. Very taken with the declined adjective and the final four lines.

Totalfeckineejit said...

I likes this portrait! How did I miss it? The wonderful ending is a poem all in itself!



'...the sun gathered in its edges

Burned the haze away

And laid out a day blue sky

And reality

Yellow lines

Do not pass

Exit right'



Coola Boola!

Karen said...

Beautiful imagery! I, too, love the unexpectedness of the last lines. Really good!

Helen said...

Silver Award for all the misty greyness .. That's a top honor on The Bus!