because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

everything looks deeper with broken rainbow eyes

warm-hard, these moments are like stone
as the leaves fall, browning. i
could fall with them, almost.
there is a loneliness
to this air, its wind. a pushing-away.

hover close, she seems
to say, warm-soft in the wet
light of her eyes. she could fall too,
almost, her wings so translucent
they don’t quite exist.

so i hover, resting.
it is a long way down
even for those who can fly.
i hover, staying. i know: pick
the sun-light out of stone and pulse

and air, and watch, and stay. there
is a loneliness to this sky
in its blue dry light
as the leaves brown and fall,
even for those who can fly.

19 responses

  1. Another beautiful treatise on the season and how it feels. You’re an inspiration. – Mosk

    September 10, 2012 at 12:32 pm

    • you make me blush, Mosk. thanks you. πŸ™‚

      September 10, 2012 at 11:26 pm

  2. there is defa loneliness in teh air this time of year…keep hovering….dont let it overcome you….

    September 10, 2012 at 1:51 pm

    • wise words, brian. i don’t intend to. πŸ™‚ you gotta hover on up this way again one of these days, ya know? *smiles*

      September 10, 2012 at 11:28 pm

      • i know….losing my job and having to work real hours is def crimping my style…i want to…i will make it happen…

        September 11, 2012 at 5:54 pm

  3. “Like” is not the right appellative. It moves me.

    September 10, 2012 at 2:07 pm

    • i liked the haiku version better. πŸ˜‰ thanks, Ray.

      September 10, 2012 at 11:29 pm

  4. Lovely! Simply lovely….

    September 10, 2012 at 2:44 pm

    • aw, thanks, girl. means a lot you dropping by. πŸ™‚

      September 10, 2012 at 11:33 pm

  5. as the leaves brown and fall,
    even for those who can fly.

    Even the liveliest of us must succumb to death. Unfortunately. I would have created a much different world.

    September 10, 2012 at 6:06 pm

    • but not today, Carl. but not today.

      September 10, 2012 at 11:29 pm

  6. Beautiful, Joanna.

    September 11, 2012 at 8:52 pm

    • thanks, ayala. πŸ™‚

      September 12, 2012 at 1:57 pm

  7. I enjoyed the imagery in this poem, and how precise it felt despite the simplicity of individual words. I especially liked this:

    pick
    the sun-light out of stone and pulse

    I liked the contrast between the permanent hardness of the stones and how airy and brief all the other elements of the poem felt.

    September 11, 2012 at 11:44 pm

    • thank you for your thoughtful comment. kind of you to stop by, and welcome back any time.

      September 12, 2012 at 1:58 pm

  8. 1emeraldcity

    Life can turn on a dime…leaving us feeling vulnerable and fragile…as this lovely work. Thank you for sharing. :))

    September 12, 2012 at 1:06 am

    • true enough it can, J. thanks for dropping in.

      September 12, 2012 at 1:59 pm

  9. amazing write.beautiful

    September 16, 2012 at 10:50 am

  10. Dick Jones

    Expressing so well delicacy and strength. Fine writing.

    September 18, 2012 at 5:18 am

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