yesterday unraveled into a sky that looked like
a bruise, and we call it today because it lacks
originality and life, and the sun still tries to shine
from out behind this dusty window pane
say dormant is a good word for life, and I call the
door that, the dog that, the people walking past
beneath my window that, and everything is
just a little too much like last season’s weather
call the dog back from chasing the squirrel he
won’t catch; as the sky bruises more darkly
while the sun begins to hide behind the world
while I begin to hide behind the world
Thank you for this. I discovered you last week and I am so glad. Your writing is always fresh and ingenious.
Dormant is a good word for life but your talent is far from that. This is a brilliant piece of writing, sky bruised & yesterday unraveled even. Love it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A little bit haunting but very well written