If you look closely enough the windows come alive
with lights that burned out long ago
and for a moment the night sky shines like midday
The dead beneath it hum tunes
rambling toward this vision’s edge
and when they fall they will carry the stars with them
black curtains once more a cloak on the face of night
The grasses will bend and sway and take a bow
in tribute to their final passing
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11 responses to “Grassland”
I find it odd to say because I don’t think I’ve said this before about a poem, but very Americana – in a good way.
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Well thanks! I can definitely see that (:
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Your imagery in words is beautiful. I see the stars falling and “black curtains once more a cloak on the face of night.” Quite lovely!
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Thank you very much (:
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Love it
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Thanks! Cheers
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Love those final two lines.
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Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Cheers (:
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A mystic efflulgence
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Love this poem Mitchel. I am part of a bush poets’ group in my home town in Australia. Some of us love to recite, sing or write poetry that reflects where we live or go off on a tangent sometimes! We are currently working on a collection for a book featuring local poets. Two weeks ago we did a spot of busking at a bush fair to raise some funds. Many thanks for liking my blog post today. Look forward to reading more of your work.
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Thanks so much! Very cool, I’ve always wanted to visit Australia. Good luck with the collection, and I look forward to reading more from you as well
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