The View Obscured
clouds hang heavy dark
and grey snow
flurries expected
hard to breathe music
plays in the distance ground blue in
the pot
mixed with black dip
my brush and
scrape excess away
paint the shape the
sun moves across the sky yet
screened by clouds
the light is low a
definite grey sometimes
this place
ain’t
so good wish to
be in another day a day of sunshine
and shadows
without stupid words in
disarray instead
delightful chatter like
the birds on the bough singing the
day away
heavy clouds on mountain tops under
water in the desert
all is quiet i
wait for your display you come
disturb my sleep i
remember you like
the cowboy of other days
in the sunset you
rode your horse away dust rose from
his hooves
on distant horizon dust
and clouds obscure
my view
February 7th, 2017
6 comments:
I love how you moved from those clouds to the image of horse and dustcloud.
"dip my brush and scrape excess away paint the shape, the sun moves across the sky, yet screened by clouds the light is low a definite grey" sigh.. love this so emotive!
These phrases stood out for me: "sometimes this place
ain’t so good "
really an evocative use of spacing and pausing. though linear, it makes me think of a painting, and how one can scan from side to side, top to bottom, and see it both in elements, and as a whole ~
The rhythm here really works well to enable the feel of the piece....frustration/impatience ring out for me in the spaces.
I really like this section:
"
hard to breathe music plays in the distance ground blue in the pot
mixed with black dip my brush and scrape excess away"
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