Sleep won’t come and so I write...
listen to Neil Young – golden
oldies from the past, the nineteen
seventies and such.
Observe how phosphorescence
from the distant M1 fills up
the space between the hills
with a rosewater glow
as I gaze, idly, from a window.
Would that I could see her; still –
a woman, someplace, surely does
feed an infant by candlelight...
a whore, plie her wares beneath
a flashing amber sign....
and a boy, reads a book with a torch
beneath the bedspread... a would-be
astronomer discovers a new planet.
Another world pulled through
the glass of a single eyepiece.
I would be he...one who dreams
of silver spaceships in the rays
of a dying sun, the one – takes
a sparrow from the jaws of a cat,
then wills it to fly...
not one who counts each
and every tick of the clock...
one who can but lyricize
a moth’s kiss on a lover’s eyes...
who is the cold, white stars,
in the blind, night sky...sawdust
bars and cheap, red wine.
Comments
ju B | January 21, 2012 - 19:56
love the images- all so nocturnal & perfect.
Silver Spun Sand | January 21, 2012 - 20:02
Many thanks, ju;-)
Tina
Cavalcaderl | January 22, 2012 - 01:00
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Tina,love it all so well
written. I like first stanza.
All to good to judge great.
julie x
Silver Spun Sand | January 22, 2012 - 08:58
Thanks, Julie;-)
Tina xx
Highhat | January 22, 2012 - 15:39
one who can but lyricize
a moth’s kiss on a lover’s eyes...
and you do it beautifully Tina- put it all into poetry...
;)Pia
MistakenMagic | January 22, 2012 - 16:38
What a coincidence Tina, I've just posted a poem about sleep or the lack of! Love this stanza:
"Observe how phosphorescence
from the distant M1 fills up
the space between the hills
with a rosewater glow
as I gaze, idly, from a window."
I've always found motorways rather beautiful! Well done on the cherries!
Magic xxx
scratch | January 22, 2012 - 18:44
Only you Silver could imbue the light from the M1 with such elegance and beauty. Brilliant. And I just read Maggies comment after writing this...!
Silver Spun Sand | January 22, 2012 - 19:06
Thank you, Pia;-) Your words more than appreciated.
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | January 22, 2012 - 19:07
Great minds obviously think alike, as they say, dear Magic;-)
So pleased you liked...and have just read your latest, by the way. Truly wonderful;-)
Tina xxx
Silver Spun Sand | January 22, 2012 - 19:11
Hi there, Scratch;-)
Fortunately, the light is all I CAN see of the motorway...way over the hills...about five miles, I guess. Light pollution, a powerful thing, most certainly.
Pleased you enjoyed, and I really appreciate your thoughts...As always, original and thought-provoking.
Silver;-)
fatboy74 | January 22, 2012 - 21:49
So vividly described this Tina, but dreamlike and beautiful as well - another treasure for the collection. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | January 22, 2012 - 22:28
How great to hear from you, fb. Many thanks for taking time out to read this, and for such a lovely comment. More than appreciated.
Tina;-)
threeleafshamrock | January 23, 2012 - 12:37
Just goes to prove; we don't have to sleep to dream. Found myself empathizing Tina...is that a good thing? ;)
As usual, your writing paints with words, in colours that - some of us - just wouldn't otherwise notice. Well done...
Chris XXX
Silver Spun Sand | January 23, 2012 - 12:57
Thanks so much Chris, for your very colourful words. Much appreciated.
Tina xxx