Messengers
The wind's given up
polishing the moon's face;
she pushes instead for
an avalanche of umber,
her dustdevils reborn
to a grey-marled sky.
Dawn slips in short of breath;
the color it paints on is water
tumbling not falling,
night-tossed, twisted, taken
fast as kites scoop stunned bugs
thrown homeless into the storm,
all to make that flash, those stings
that wear the names of gods.
On such indelible filaments, such
lineaments of wind, we find
our last flight, my love,
still hunting with hearts of kites
who feed on the turmoil of air;
just so we catch adam by atom
the tiny life that lets us soar.
Before we drown in the wash of years
Before we drown in the wash of years
before rain beats us flat as black matte,
rot-wet as winter leaves,
let us play blue-winged angels,
silhouettes cut in a burn as bright
as the sun's heavy heart,
running messages
between the worlds.
~August 2014
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Weekend Challenge: Feature Artist Kelly Letky
Kerry O'Connor has induced the multi-talented Kelly Letky (mrs mediocrity, the blue muse ) to share her other thing she does so well (besides poetry) with us at the pond this weekend, so that we can be inspired to write something to her work. It was very hard to choose a photo from the images she generously shared with us. Thank you Kelly.
If you'd like to hear the poem read by the author, please click HERE
If you'd like to hear the poem read by the author, please click HERE
Top Image: November Sky, copyright Kelly Letky, at the blue muse
Used with permission.
You can find Kelly's exceptional poetry at her blog
