Poem #7-2012 The Lowry Day

Mother always called

a day like this

a “lowry” day

the sun hidden

only a threat of rain

not cold – chilly

she said it’s what

Dad called days like this

(something about his Irish heritage)

something else, though –

beneath the weather –

makes it lowry

an attitude, a state of things in general

an unnameable sadness for what could be

a miasma

a desire to wrap oneself in

a cozy blanket and

sit fireside 

pondering not much of anything

feeling…

               ...lowry

Contributed to dVersePoets.com

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Poem #6-2012 Writing the Sky

I want to tell you about the sky

About what it does to me

Especially when it’s clear

like today

I want to tell you about the sky

About what it does to me

Because I wonder

Does it affect you this way, too?

Does it strip out your guts

and stomp them into ragged puddles

of submission?

Does it reflect your crazed soul

back at you and leave

your skin night sweaty and electric tingling?

Does it tell you things no one knows,

things that would scare a dead man into

singing a dirge for Satan?

Does it color your perception about

everything

and sweep your gloom off its feet?

Does it promise you endless love yet never delivers—

like a jilting lover?

Does it empty your silver-lined pockets

with greedy bone-licking fingers dressed in

full wedding pomp? 

I wanted to tell you about the sky

because that’s what it does to me

but it only does what I let it

It only does me for me

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