30 October 2010

sunrise


sunrise


safer than depth, an untouched morning
glances into quiet azure space actively
passively formed from pristine edges.

subject lines align with flower cusps
pregnant with the last night’s dew[y]
composure of young daylight.

a rinsed creed lifts projected daylight
onto a crowd of actors from a prior play;
an unnatural selection gathering fiction.

the tripod lasts beyond the photograph
but in the lens you can hear my memory
gaze, surrender and frame the sunrise.


JANEisnotplain 10.30.10
after Q Studios Halloween

19 October 2010

FALL


FALL


fall lies within the final sentence of the year’s paragraph
like the smoldering ash of a semicolon, or the flick of a pen.
one leaf in the mounds of leaves burns by the roadside like
the many letters of a lost lover, set ablaze by a waning sun.

if winter is the season of solitude then fall must therefore be
the lonliness that precedes it as in a season of proper longing,
wind blown confessions, silent penance and spring’s regrets.

fall is but punctuation in a beautifully tragic form as its days
grow shorter and collars instinctively turn themselves up toward
the brilliance of an orange sky abandoned now by sun sweetened
kisses and warm embraces.

the charred remains of summer with its forgotten words and
guilty pleasures turn now like colors. now shifting,now drifting,
now depleting themselves of affection until reaching the crisp
translucency of winter.


JANEisnotplain 10.17.10