Thursday, November 16, 2017

dVerse Open Link/I Brush Crumbs From My Coat

I Brush Crumbs From My Coat

i brush yesterday’s crumbs from my coat       in my thoughts you appear        
                                                                                                         big as life

i wonder                                 how are you                            what fills your day

my thoughts scatter                  like pens in a bowling alley                  
                                                                                           reset/come together                

reorganized into new thoughts             over the mountains         smoke 
                                                                                            appears      

the sun shines brightly               shadows point west          the sky a lovely 
                                                                                             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

you would expect it so                       in the land of enchantment     does that 
                                                                                              mean fairies and elves

today is a celebration                the day of your birth                and the day of 
                                                                                              freedom

a word with many meanings       it will be up to you                   to fill in the 
                                                                                               blanks

the days                         like the minutes of the clock               one follows 
                                                                                                another

seemingly without reason           we judge a day good                 wish it could 
                                                                                                last forever

we dig our heels in          swear we will go no further                 but each day 
                                                                                                ends 

darkness falls                  the stars appear to sparkle the night away      the next 
                                                                                                day follows

it will not be the same               unique in its way of being a day  i brush 
                                                                                       crumbs from my coat   

November 15, 2017                


                                    

7 comments:

Sanaa Rizvi said...

"my thoughts scatter like pens in a bowling alley reset/come together reorganized into new thoughts".. sigh.. this is so poignant!

Kim M. Russell said...

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.

Jane Dougherty said...

Every day different and unique, and the same gestures knit them all together. I like this.

brudberg said...

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

hyperCRYPTICal said...

I sense a loss here, maybe a loss of contact? And a birthday a reminder of that loss?
Anna :o]

Grace said...

It will be up to us to fill up the blanks and color away the sky ~

Kweli said...

The stars sparkling the night away, wonderfully put. Then the surprises the next day holds. Beautifully written.

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