Conch

Conch

6:45 a.m.
The c**k crows 
the clouds carry a skull and crossbones
across the fretful sky.

See how he looks at her,
a bird caged in a song
longs,
before the open window.

How his heart breaks
for the sky
and it's wide set eyes,
is it the conch
that whispers
to the coast 
of aching night?

Flight.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

Triton, the sea God, assisted the Argonauts when they were stranded in the desert by blowing
on his conch trumpet and they found safe passage from the lake back to the sea. Conch's do
whisper and shout...

dana

[Corset]

the noisy bast*rds !( I'm practicing my name calling :) sorry, I love the conches with their sleek pearly hard pink inner bellies and the music they whisper.

[Lydia Shutter]

6:45 a.m.
The c**k crows and the clouds
carry a skull and crossbones
across the sky.

Quite the ominous setting to begin your poem! There is a deep sense of loss in the reflection here....as if a relationship has finally ended just as the night has. I liked this very much. Lydi**

[Corset]

Thank you Lydi , so happy you enjoyed.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

An impressive little piece of writing… I see the Poe in you peaking out from your soul.

[Corset]

I hope that is a good thing ty :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Oh yes a very good thing :)

[Tree]

Reflective, and serene. I respect that the poet took this tiny moment and stretched it out / all the way to the w/c. Poetry is more than just about being brave and shouting out the unnamable, you have to recognize the quiet moments, too. I also like that you gave us the bird's heart view; his song, even, gave us his ache.

DIego

[Corset]

There are two sides to every dawn my friend.

[Baby Ricochet]

I've seen skull and cross bones when the alarm goes off before.

[Corset]

lol, I'll bet you have, as would anyone waking up this early.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like the analogy I see here...we lose the aching night as day breaks...just as we lose a part of ourselves when a relationship has turned sour...we feel like that caged bird, looking out the window, wishing he or she could change the darkness of night in their heart, to a lighter day of joy.

[Corset]

That's just a perfectly beautiful review Jacob, thank you.