Summer of October

you know what they say....

May showers bring June flowers.

Oh, how my calendar ink runs down my wall in streaks

confounding china white paint with black opal trickle.

How did clarity become so irrelevant?

Clear paths and clear schedule

of a twirling earth

          who does unorthodox, but expertly executed

                          ballet

                  for the watching sun

                  who cares not of the seasons of dependant germs too small to see from its axial vantage. 

Reviews

[Angelic Darkness]

There is definitely a ballet of movement within this
poem. I see twisted humor here. Thanks for the review.

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[xlynne]

i'm not sure i really grasped what this poem is about, but the words you used and the format of it created a really good feel to it. it feels very self vintage to me, if you know what i mean. but i loved! when you were descibing the calender ink running down your wall, you did that sooo well and with such descriptivness. bravo!

[Periac]

" who does unorthodox, but expertly executed
ballet
for the watching sun
who cares not of the seasons of dependant germs to small to see from its axial vantage. "


wonder feel here