I Brush Crumbs From My Coat
i brush yesterday’s crumbs from my coat in my thoughts you appear
big as life
big as life
i wonder how are you what fills your day
my thoughts scatter like pens in a bowling alley
reset/come together
reset/come together
reorganized into new thoughts over the mountains smoke
appears
appears
the sun shines brightly shadows point west the sky a lovely
ordinary blue
ordinary blue
new mexico blue a blue not seen in other places there is a glare
as is often seen in new mexico many artists speak of the “light” which is
exceptional
exceptional
you would expect it so in the land of enchantment does that
mean fairies and elves
mean fairies and elves
today is a celebration the day of your birth and the day of
freedom
freedom
a word with many meanings it will be up to you to fill in the
blanks
blanks
the days like the minutes of the clock one follows
another
another
seemingly without reason we judge a day good wish it could
last forever
last forever
we dig our heels in swear we will go no further but each day
ends
ends
darkness falls the stars appear to sparkle the night away the next
day follows
day follows
it will not be the same unique in its way of being a day i brush
crumbs from my coat
crumbs from my coat
November 15, 2017
7 comments:
"my thoughts scatter like pens in a bowling alley reset/come together reorganized into new thoughts".. sigh.. this is so poignant!
Yesterday's crumbs can be so significant even in the light of a new day, Annell. I imagine them as crumbs from a birthday cake.
Every day different and unique, and the same gestures knit them all together. I like this.
The crumbs can be so much, I imagine them marking the way like in Hansel and Gretchen.. an illusion of going back when a year has just passed. Love how you describe the sky
I sense a loss here, maybe a loss of contact? And a birthday a reminder of that loss?
Anna :o]
It will be up to us to fill up the blanks and color away the sky ~
The stars sparkling the night away, wonderfully put. Then the surprises the next day holds. Beautifully written.
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