What I write
In the pages of this place
As if on the walls of a prison
Is simply a poem
If I had a window
A proper window
Through which the sky
As it fades to dark
Might be a square of change
Then I should cast some light here
Of my own.
In the dim light of circumstances
These once-white interior walls
Now in lamplight
Seep with coming orange,
Let the blue it frames
Slide through twilight
To midnight, black or nothing.
There a star appears,
One far sun to remind me
That even in a place of walls
Immense distance can creep
Like a kind of comfort.
I can touch its light-years
As I scrape my shapeless poem
On the crumpled fabric of the evening,
On these surfaces of mine
Where writing is distorted,
Still an approximation
Which might as well be stone.
© BH 2012
Andy McCallum Crawford (of Wee Fictions) reminded me that today is National Poetry Day. So I thought I'd better write something. The theme is 'Stars'. I have lots of poems on the subject but something new was indicated. Here it is. Hot off the press.
Scary, really, since I usually bake a poem at a low heat in the oven of time. Och well. Better out than in…
For National Poetry Day, I sent poet, Dan Simpson, a three line fragment for his crowdsourced poem he was compiling for the day. Most of the line, six from the end, crept in. You can read the whole poem here.
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