The sky
turns its face towards me
and raises
a brow in a question mark
will you
know me wherever I am
and
wherever you are? Without
the fingerprints
of a single star?
I don’t
know, I whisper. But I am
being diplomatic.
The sky’s the same
everywhere.
I don’t wish to hurt
any
feelings. Probably meet again
unexpectedly
in another city
somewhere. The
smoke of evenings coils
around me
upwards, the factory
whistles its
workers slowly home.
Nearby a
stripped tree wears nesting
sparrows like
sparse winter foliage.
The shoeshine
man sits at the crossroads
of darkness
and cobbles the soles
of scuffed daydreams.
Even with stars it looks the same.
ReplyDeleteDon't tell it though.
Different stars down under :) though I have yet to see that difference
DeleteHari Om
ReplyDeleteI now feel hugged by Night... YAM xx
In the tropics being hugged by Night is more comfy than one from Day!
Deletesoles of scuffed daydreams....souls everywhere searching the night sky
ReplyDeleteNot dissing the sun or anything, but night skies have a bit more oomph..
DeleteHi Nila - just lovely to read ... nostalgic too ... will you still know me ... yet tomorrow we will again be here ... love your thoughtful poems - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteNostalgia is something I specialise in Hilary :)
DeleteWell-written. Yes and we might yet meet again!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I hope we do! :)
DeleteThough your still have a friend close by
ReplyDeleteyet in the darkness evil still hides
a friend or Foe but until the end
no one will ever know
well written with feeling strong
your versus always carry us along
Good job as always
Thanks Ellis. Always admire your ability to comment in verse.
DeleteThe stuff "under" the sky seems relatively the same, too! The cliche "There's nothing new under the sun" could probably be re-phrased as "There's nothing new under the sky," too.
ReplyDeletePlus ca change plus c'est la meme chose in other words...
DeleteNicely written. I usually don't pay attention to nightfall of late since I'm usually inside at the time. I enjoy my times in Tennessee sitting on a porch as evening envelopes a group of us engaging in conversation. I have great memories of nightfall over the years of my life.
ReplyDeleteArlee Bird
Tossing It Out
It is indeed a beautiful hour. Thanks.
DeleteI was in Norway once and they told me that the moon is different there than in the US. That it was like a bowl filling up when it was a half moon or either emptying. Unfortunately ,that was a lifetime ago and I don't remember. Now I have to wait until the leaves come off of the trees in my yard to even see the moon and try to remember.
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