Category: blank verse

Where are you now, children of the sun?
The broken things you left behind,
yet hold one another up,
standing hard against the frost.
Once the sun beamed on our faces,
and we burst forth, full of life,
and in that day, we gave you birth
just to watch you fall, too soon, too soon.
Sadly resolute, we must live on,
vines whose fruit has long since fallen,
what remains for us to do,
but wait the tiller call us home?

c’mon, let’s go for a drive.
it’s still light.
the air is warm and and the fresh breeze sweet.
c’mon. can’t you feel it?
the sky is a warm blue loop.
it’s a fine evening for a cruise.
can you smell the sea?
it’s blue too and tinges the sky with green.
the world is effervescent like the surf at night.
and here it comes, the warm, friendly night.
the lengthening shadows creep up from their slumbers,
hiding away the day under rocks and bridges
to come take their turn, cavorting.
do you see the clouds?
slate gray against phosphor blue-white, I don’t know what.
aha! streetlight, headlight — first star I see tonight.
dive into the heart of it, this is where we were meant to be!