The Sky Just Now
by Darryl Price
has somehow gotten off its swaddled behind and put on its next new face, your own dipped in glass, of many
green eyes for simple fair measure , lifting
up my
own morning lids with softly pulsating
fingertips I might add. But
there could have just
as easily
been a tiger
of some sort who's
simply learned to
navigate such
high roads or has
been swept up in
his own floating
dream-escape. Who am
I to take the
wild wind's first showing off tag
of the new healing
day's projected profit, on the latest
cloud around,
and give it a
regular cup of Joe
name? I've no desire to
tame the moment life's
leaf turns
itself full into
the sun's notorious plans for world domination,
laughing at nothing in the whole burning process, unless you so desire it, and with me. Then let it be so.
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Author's Note
I like finding poetry in the moment and grinning about that cool fact to myself. There may be nothing new under the sun, but there's plenty a happening that I haven't seen just yet.
Good piece, DP. Especially like the 2nd stanza. Nicely done.
Very cool style and content, love this a lot. The voice reminds me of your 'fiction' voice.
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Ooh, I felt myself enter deep into your syntactical jungle. Fine work.
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This is velvet, baby. Good stuff .