I dont know what has happened. My blogging drive has hit an all time and steady low, so here is a poem I started writing in Indiana and started revising in the Los Angeles Public Library today. This is a third but not necessarily final draft.
A brief history before the poem. Being a poet in poetry school, you learn all kinds of cool things. It turns out there is a whole kind of poem called an aubade. Spellcheck doesn't even know its a word, but the dictionary does.
Aubade: n.
1. A song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak.
2. A poem or song of or about lovers separating at dawn.
[French, from Old French albade, from Old Provençal albada, from alba, dawn, aubade, from Latin, feminine of albus, white; see albho- in Indo-European roots.]
So I thought I would try to write one.
In Autumn
Only clock hands arc with the sun.
Cereal bowl wind chimes clatter and ask
Climb from bed, climb from warm fist.
Leave behind falling hallways, invented libraries.
Trees gloved in morning observe
the muted shadows. Telephone poles stutter
In rainsaddled streets. Driveways and roads
Unfold. We chose today.
Awake, my love. Awake
Your chapped lipped lung heavy stare.
Breathe us in. Breathe us in
While we are still enough.
1 comment:
also:
Au`bade"\, n. An open air concert in the morning, as distinguished from an evening serenade; also, a pianoforte composition suggestive of morning.
I dare any musicians/or other artist out there to write a song/make a piece of art "suggestive of morning"
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