вторник, 5 ноября 2013 г.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 4

November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 4

The Fog

 
I woke up when
                        the morning seemed 
                                                       to be
asleep, 
           creeping in
                            my open window like a warning
of cold and damp, 
                           street lamps
                                              were rendered 
useless,
worthless 
              fireflies drowned in milk.
Still closed eyes, 
                         silk clothes still on,
I put my hand out 
                           to touch
                                        the chill, 
                           to feel
                                     the misty spill 
that on my fingers lingers,
                                      the way 
it sways the air.
                       The streets 
slept soundly,
shunning sunrise,
kept wrapping drowsily 
                                  tighter
                                            around them the 
                                                                     cloudy 
quilt 
       spread on the roads, 
                                      wound
between the houses, 
                               woven
into drives and alleys.
                                 And when 
                                                finally
the ethereal white sheet lifted
peeling 
           off, the city 
                             got up, 
                                       reeling,
and I
        knew the feeling.

___
inspired by the amazing poems of De Jackson 
http://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/
 
and by Vladimir Mayakovsky

Комментариев нет:

Отправить комментарий