Watching it All from a Scattered Sky

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There’s a quiet
burning along the edges
of this city, a crimson horizon
embered in scar
-let grief, a longing song.

Even these trees carry bruises
and ruses
of their own, but I
am born
of silence.

 

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prompted by this poem:

Sonoma Fire
BY JANE HIRSHFIELD
Large moon the deep orange of embers.
Also the scent.
The griefs of others—beautiful, at a distance.

from over at Toads.
 

 

 

 

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9 Responses to Watching it All from a Scattered Sky

  1. Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES says:

    Beautiful. It gives me a whole new way to see sunset, burning along the edges. So many scars and bruises.

  2. Opal Onyx says:

    I love this.

  3. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Beautiful. The words keep resonating after the reading is finished.

  4. Grace says:

    Beautiful response ~ I specially like the word break here:

    scar
    -let grief, a longing song.

    Thanks for participating and wishing you happy week ~

  5. i see the sky here as observing a forest fire. But it could totally be a poem about grief and how it can freeze you.

  6. The break and its double meaning is brilliant. Love this!

  7. Grace Black says:

    There is a lovely lyrical lit to this poem. “I am born of silence,” love it!

  8. a crimson horizon
    embered in scar
    -let grief…………….gorgeousness

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