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:
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
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4 comments:
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.
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!
Beautiful imagery! I, too, love the unexpectedness of the last lines. Really good!
Silver Award for all the misty greyness .. That's a top honor on The Bus!
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