Monday, December 29, 2014

First and Last Darkness

The light dims, a cigarette
end ground into glossy old-glass,
Navy ashtray of sky –
stars caught popping, air bubbles
racing from
long dimmed
creation fires.

This moment is a relic,
a museum hum
drum, passed by with a
shrug; visitors
crave electric.

What’s an old sunset
gathering dust?

As if from ghostly measure,
then, the tray is rocked
and balance hung -

Slow shattering, like tinkling water
rushed, screaming
steroided out on megaphones.
The noise wakens the eyes,
first and last awareness:


Posted for Real Toads' Open Link Monday.

Happy news!
I am ridiculously excited that a short story from my Welsh ghost/archaeological novel was chosen as a runner up in the AmeriCymru - West Coast Eisteddfod! Congrats to winner Sally Spedding for "The Fold," an eerie story of rural Welsh life that left me with goose bumps. Kudos to all entrants; the competition was fierce, engaging, and filled with talent. Thanks especially to judge Mike Jenkins (a writer I've long admired) and to Americymru's Ceri Shaw. Diolch!


Susie Clevenger said...

First of all, Congratulations!! Love your description of sunset.

Björn Rudberg said...

The dimming of the light.. Love how you made me see the sunset without mentioning its name..

Jim said...

Congratulations!!! What a nice honor, your hard work paid off nicely.
I was tied in to your poem, so serene and all, stars, sunsets, relics.
Then, CRASH!! The old ash tray fell and broke. I hope the new contents survive the fall.

Jim said...

BTW, I do like what e.e.cummings that I have read. My favorite was "The Large Room."

SuyashJ said...

love the image of the navy ashtray sky

Kerry O'Connor said...

Great attention to detail in your description of sunset!

Wolfsrosebud said...

nice exit of nature

Magaly Guerrero said...

"What’s an old sunset
gathering dust?"

Such a painful concept...

Vandana Sharma said...


Cara H said...

That's a beautiful picture. It suits this amazing poem very well.
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Brian Miller said...

very cool opening...its got art and grit any sunset old? i would hate to think of them gathering dust or becoming passe....ha...i felt the end more of a shattering of that humdrum...

Stacy Lynn Mar said...

what an absolutely amazing poem..tickles every sense!

and many congrats to you!