The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/27/08

[BlueIris]

"Four Clouds" 

It has been a cold April, the kind 
of spring you don't walk out in.  Blue-red 
camellias decay and fall, collect behind 
the fence and decompose.  Overhead 

a chilled moon rides into 3 P.M., 
gray random bubble of the night 
floating through the afternoon, a prism 
in reverse, swallowing the light. 

Easter's late this year.  Four clouds 
rise and gather, move across the sun, 
uncertain, slow as old relinquished gods 
flowing into a vacuum—last of the leashmen. 

Holy Thursday: a high of thirty-eight. 
The failing sky is absolutely slate.

—Carol Frith

[RetroLounge]

1. I loves me the sonnet!

thanks!

:hi:

RL

[BlueIris]

2. Me, too.

I cannot write them to save my life, but—pretty.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear BlueIris!

Oh, this is beautiful!

I love the imagery, and the rhythm of the sonnet...

Just perfect!

Thank you...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

4. Thanks, Ms. Peggy. nt

[ThomCat]

5. It definitely feels like that kind of a spring.

This is nice. usually spring is described in wondeful terms, but this really captures how bleak it can be. Going from the gloom of winter, to the wet depression of spring and probably on to the hot oppression of summer without getting a break in between.

[BlueIris]

6. It snowed in Western Oregon on April 17.

It has never snowed in Oregon later than February in my life. Which is insane, and made me want to post this.