Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Two Skies



I traced
the horizon
on a day
with two skies
ribboning
the Earth
between music fingers
hummed
with no path behind

20 comments:

Vesper said...

Jason, I keep reading this poem. I am enthralled by it, by its somewhat eerie imagery... Beautiful!

Sarah Hina said...

I love that photo...barren landscape with a shock of color. Walking where skies wrap around.

I can hear the wind between those fingers. And yes...no backwards path. ;) Beautiful.

Catvibe said...

On a day with two skies...
I love that. I have to read this poem over and over, it's like a code I want to figure out, it is beautiful as a code, I'm still looking for the key. The image is perfect with it.

Aggie said...

The picture perfectly captures your poem. I can hear the music of it echoing around the skies.

JR's Thumbprints said...

Does the cold wind deaden sound? I can't help but think it does.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

At first glance, the picture reminds me of some sort of Rover or Module vehicle taking soil samples on a planet. Cool photo.

"...a day with two skies..." - beautiful.

The picture and poem together put me in mind of futuristic times, perhaps even post-apocalyptic, sans dystopia.

Catvibe said...

Back for an attempt at interpretation. Two skies, one cloudy, one blue, walking the line, music finds harmony, looking for harmony, finding two lines, walking together toward the horizon. There is no going back, only forward....

Maybe I am starting to get it.

Meghan said...

"...ribboning the Earth..."

Love it!

KGT (aka Cagey) said...

Excellent poem, just vague enough to be compelling and ringing true enough to invoke a sense of profundity.

Better still, where did you find a hay rake with no rubber on the wheels still in the field? You have Amish near you? Great juxtaposition.

Karen said...

Jason - I love the image of the day with two skies ribboning the earth. The photo is compelling. At first, I thought this was a beach scene, but I suspect this is a product of your new lens on a snowy field. Really nice.

jason evans said...

Vesper, thank you! The oddity and intensity of this photo dug those thoughts from my mind.

Sarah, yes, a very long wind. The kind that moves and moves and doesn't strike another thing. Some days are like that. Unimpeded possibilities beyond.

Catvibe, there is an essense there, yes. A state of mind reaching beyond the words.

Aggie, it was such a striking day. The color of the sky reflected in the snow.

JR, the air does swallow sound. But you can still hear it resonating in your head.

Kaye, that's a cool take on the photo! :) It does have an other-worldly feel.

Catvibe, I felt the land and sky blend into one. All before us, open. Any path we decide to walk, the tiniest line of horizon between.

Megan, thanks!

Cagey, much appreciated! And I'm seriously impressed. Yes, this picture was taken in Lancaster County among the Amish farms.

Karen, Aine thought of a beach too! This one was done with my longer lens. Birthday present last year.

The Preacherman said...

I like it.

I haven't the foggiest what you're on about but I like it.

So there.

Jennifer said...

I totally thought this was a beach, too! It looks like the Cape to me.

I love the last line (okay I love all of it) but I am feeling your leaving no path behind vividly. If only we could just go forward! :)

SzélsőFa said...

this one reminds me of a saying about xxx state where the earth is the floor of the sky, whereas everywhere else the sky is the roof of the earth...
can't recite the name of the state...been there, seen it, but now your poem evokes all the memories I had...
there was a full moon involved, too...

jason evans said...

Preacherman, to be honest, I like when poetry is foggy. In the space between words, more meaning can be poured by the reader.

Jennifer, you've captured its essense quite well. :)

Szelsofa, great way to put it! I had a similar feeling that day. Like the normal division between earth and sky had broken down.

SzélsőFa said...

Well, the saying is NOT mine, I've just heard it. I do think it was South Dakota now.
And the Moon was somewhere else.

jason evans said...

Szelsofa, I'd like to see South Dakota. I'm not terribly traveled west, or overseas.

SzélsőFa said...

Come anytime to Hungary, you'll sure to have a place to stay :)
But I've already told you that - and you know it well, too ;)

SarahA said...

I am liking your words Mister Evans.You can say a lot to the reader (this reader)without too many words. Suits me down to the ground, as I have such a short attention span. Lovely, you.

jason evans said...

SarahA, that is wonderful feedback to hear! I like the style I've developed. Fewer words, but still strong in impact and imagery. I'm glad to have you in my circle of blog friends.