Glen Kappy

Gold Star - 36,689 Points (June 30,1948 / New York, NY USA)

Forecast - Poem by Glen Kappy

from 'While Passing Through'/Fall

The sun
a memory
of tangerine mist.

The warmth of day
sucked up like a vacuum
into darkening autumn blue.

The wind
makes cold music
with a flagpole and its cable—

the ping ping ping
a forecast
to the bones.

Topic(s) of this poem: autumn, fall, music, sun, wind

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Forecast by Glen Kappy

  • (5/18/2018 8:27:00 PM)

    What I love about your poems is their seeming simplicity, but, like a haiku poet, you nail the moment with one word, one phrase, one image, or in this case, one sound. That ping ping ping brings back not only my memory of the sound, but of the feeling of the kind of brisk, cold winds I remember from Wisconsin, especially on the shores of Lake Michigan. (Report) Reply

    (5/19/2018 6:15:00 AM)

    Thanks, Suzanne, for looking up this poem anf for your positive comments. This was one of those arresting moments. Why? —I can’t say—but it was. And so it called to be set down. -Glen

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  • (12/19/2017 1:21:00 PM)

    Wonderful imagistic poem Glen. I could hear that Flagpole and feel the chill in the air. Very well done. Thanks for sharing your poem. (Report) Reply

    Glen Kappy (12/19/2017 3:29:00 PM)

    you're welcome, and thanks for commenting. for me your poem had these same qualities. -glen

  • (1/9/2016 8:17:00 AM)

    Beautiful, meaningful and thought provoking poem depicting introspection mood of the poet. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 9, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 7, 2017

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