today
i burned the brush
pile out back
the smoke layered
in the maiden grass
copper plumes reaching
from a green sea
it is part of autumn
like a cool fog rising
from a morning pond
your eyes reflect
a spark
jazz dancing
disappearing
upward
like kerouac’s
roman candle across
the beat black sky
very atmospheric,
nice
Really like this one, gorgeous images.
Nice how you combine the allusions to past poets and generations with the present moment, the present season. The poem evokes a sort of contemplative mood.
btw, I’m starting a new blog. Here’s, the uRL-
http://www.balancedontheedge.com
Great color and texture here.
This is so beautiful. I love the beat black sky. That’s going on my list of all time favorite lines.
Lovely balance between the images, light and shade and the illusions of past poet generations ./ great work.**
thanks to all who commented–appreciated
nice sounds, nice imagery…*hi* wish i could keep up these days with your work…so prolific! you go~!
great imagination, amazing description!