Morning Commute #1
My poem got lost
on the way to work
this morning,
fog-bound fields,
trees patterned against the sky,
faded photocopies.
A few frail yellow and red leaves
float above the bones of a winter landscape,
with many gray days ahead.
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| Morning Commute (Sandy Brown Jensen) |
Early Tuesday morning,
clumps of clouds
hang low over the valley
as if they had fallen -- like stars,
like dreams
too close to earth.
On Wednesday, gray dimples
fill the sky, flecks of light
at the horizon hint at the sun,
while trees shiver yellow.
Thursday, brilliant sun blinks
and twins to moon,
traceries of cloud
alternately hide and reveal the sun.
Wispy streamers of gray drift,
filling up the sky.
Pale yellow bands light up
the edge of the world,
now yellow, gray, and blue,
layered in morning harmony.
Later the moon rises,
a perfect circle in a glassine sky,
white shadow circling,
bright aura shimmering.
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| Oregon morning (Sandy Brown Jensen) |
So for those of you who are curious about Big Brother, the Internet, and your personal data, consider checking Vizify out. Apparently, you push a few buttons and an online visual profile appears -- all about you. I'm going to try it. Here's a neat background article on Vizify by social studies teacher Dawn Casey-Rowe.
If you're here because of you like to read or write poetry, and perhaps are suffering from withdrawal by the end of OctPoWriMo (a poem a day for the month of October), consider visiting Poets on the Page, a weekly poetry prompt each Monday -- with a link.
May your week go well.
Oh.. it's so beautiful ..liked the November weather report..
ReplyDeleteLove the visual of your poetry. It is more fall weather here still, not quite winter yet. I am actually hoping we get snow this year, they say we will. Time will tell. Thanks for joining us at Poets on the Page, I love visiting your blog and reading your poems!
ReplyDeleteWeather report is wonderful ..with beautiful visual treat..
ReplyDeleteLiving in Bakersfield,CA, where sometimes the fog is so heavy there's often a 2-hour delay of the opening of school, I especially related to the first poem. The lost poem is like the lost (and never found) homework that I so often heard about. I especially liked: "float above the bones of a winter landscape,"
ReplyDeleteThank you, Beth. xoA
I love the first poem so much! I've lost many a poem in morning fogginess (of my brain rather than the world).
ReplyDeleteThank you all for reading and commenting. Thank you, Morgan, for working to continue Poets on the Page . . . so we can continue to share poetry!
ReplyDeleteBeth, I agree with Annis that "float above the bones of a winter landscape" was a brilliant line! Fantastic poems, really brings the season to us down here in Texas :)
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