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:
Darkness.
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!
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12 comments:
First of all, Congratulations!! Love your description of sunset.
The dimming of the light.. Love how you made me see the sunset without mentioning its name..
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.
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BTW, I do like what e.e.cummings that I have read. My favorite was "The Large Room."
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love the image of the navy ashtray sky
Great attention to detail in your description of sunset!
nice exit of nature
"What’s an old sunset
gathering dust?"
Such a painful concept...
beautiful
That's a beautiful picture. It suits this amazing poem very well.
Thanks for visiting me at poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com
very cool opening...its got art and grit mixed...is 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...
what an absolutely amazing poem..tickles every sense!
and many congrats to you!
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