green clings
to once-november
hardy
and last
as the sun
slides low
and fast
over days
and
over days
but once
an under-sky
glowed
with an under-sunset
in orange
caught in orange
tangled among
fallen leaves
and I saw
the blood
beneath the
happy light
unafraid of evening
and now
in the leaves
and over-sky
I can't
make myself
forget
There is a wistful sadness in this that I'm not sure I understand but I love the imagery, especially in the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photograph, as always...
Truly lovely! To think of under-skies and over-skies.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the images!
forgetting is not necessary, letting go though...is.
ReplyDeleteI like this so much.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, Jason, a unity of words and picture.
Terri, this poem is much more unusual for me. Rather than building a metaphor, it captures an actual moment in which an invisible sunset poured into overcast and foggy air and lit the ground with orange/red light. I've never seen anything like it. The moment feels like a metaphor to me, but I'm not exactly sure for what.
ReplyDeleteShakespeare, I really like this one too. Thanks!
Walking Man, a tough proposition. Maybe not for all.
Bernita, something about it is powerful to me. I'm glad you felt something in it too.
I haven't been around much lately, and I've missed you so. It's wonderful, and despite the fact that it's about a sunset and all, there are a lot of ways to interpret this poem. Beautifully. Will hang around more often.
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