Dear Sky
Inspired by yesterday’s grit and grains
Why so blue?
Do you miss your fluff-fickle friends?
I’ll spend the day with you
You can put on a fashion show
Try on every nuanced dress in your closet
Strut like you’re the backdrop of our passions
The sandbox of our dreams
I’m great at ooohing and aaahing
You can tell me stories
You’re a master of the playful
A poet of the roses
We’ll spend the time drinking in the sun
Toast the stories where you mic drop that colorful language
Later don your diamonds
And pitch the dark tales
The quiet ones with haunting sound effects
I’ll even sit with you during that hour of sorrow
When the truth gets dewy-eyed
I’ll tell you that tomorrow is another day
Tell you to smear yesterday’s cares into the dawn’s finger paint
Tell you to remember your power
Your glory
Your oh-so-magnificent light
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So many images of note here.
Appreciate the concept of the fashion show.
Can’t let go of “smear yesterday’s cares into the dawn’s finger paint”
“Later don your diamonds” was a very interesting way of moving time and the scene along!
sandbox of our dreams – so many images in this poem! Love it!
What a delight to read this piece aloud. Rhythmically rich and craft in abundance. Bravo, Sylvia
your poem speaks to the sky with the imagination of the ancients, only your Zeus is sad and your speaker addresses him as an equal, more like Cesare Pavese who believed humans are luckier than the gods
I love so many of these strong verbs and especially the line “Tell you to smear yesterday’s cares into the dawn’s finger paint.” The power and the glory take me to the Lord’s Prayer, too. How do you do so much in one poem, Sylvia??
This is beautiful! I particularly love “A poet of the roses
We’ll spend the time drinking in the sun
Toast the stories where you mic drop that colorful language”
Yes!
Great title and concept. My favorite lines are
Why so blue?
I’ll spend the day with you
You can put on a fashion show
You can tell me stories
We’ll spend the time drinking in the sun
Toast the stories where you mic drop that colorful language
Later don your diamonds
And pitch the dark tales
I’ll tell you that tomorrow is another day
Tell you to smear yesterday’s cares into the dawn’s finger paint
Your oh-so-magnificent light
I like the use of the full stop
And, boy! Does this poem make you feel.
Good job.
Layers of transition and charm. The imagery speaks loudly and creates a sense of place from the sandbox to the fashion show to the dawn’s finger paint. Love the ending.
So much packed into this thought-provoking address to the firmament! I love —
“I’ll even sit with you during that hour of sorrow
When the truth gets dewy-eyed”
The dual meanings of “Why so blue?”
Excellent!
Well, take my breath away! An ode to the sky. “…don your diamonds and pitch the dark tale.” Maaaan . . . I want to meet your Muse.
I needed this poem today! Thank you.
Sylvia, you really make the sky come to life in this poem! ‘A poet of the roses’ was such a nice touch. Beautiful work.
many great lines and metaphysical in scope
I love the concept of conversation with the nature around us
‘fluff-fickle friends’ is just so great!
Oh man. Love this concept! Beautiful piece!