Friday, April 09, 2010

The Under-Sky

green clings
to once-november
and last
as the sun
slides low
and fast
over days
over days

but once
an under-sky
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


Terri said...

There is a wistful sadness in this that I'm not sure I understand but I love the imagery, especially in the second stanza.
Beautiful photograph, as always...

Dr. Cheryl Carvajal said...

Truly lovely! To think of under-skies and over-skies.

Thank you for the images!

the walking man said...

forgetting is not necessary, letting go

Bernita said...

I like this so much.
Beautifully done, Jason, a unity of words and picture.

Anonymous said...

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.

Shakespeare, 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.

Tess Janssen said...

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.