i lie here
i reworked a poem i did some time last year, and this time it got published in Agora, the lit mag at NYUSOM.
i lie here, languorously,
in a field overgrown with yellow rapeseed,
a deep blue sky overhead
adrift with a poet’s dancing daffodils
fading.
moods of lusty crimson and starlit white
wonder
i’ve felt, running from my heart
and onto the dunes, where the screams
which brought them
settle under the dust they
were born in.
i stare down the sun where he
ages, stoic
in the hollow of my mind’s eye with a
thin fey smile like stone
across my lap,
but night will not wait.
now, in this stream’s radiance
i’m captured, by the purple sunset earth
and this bower of mermaid roses, a
translucent farewell to dawning souls turning
to froth, to froth -
as i reach out
and lazily tear an oily green leaf
along its vein.
this
would be my heaven.
i lie here, languorously,
in a field overgrown with yellow rapeseed,
a deep blue sky overhead
adrift with a poet’s dancing daffodils
fading.
moods of lusty crimson and starlit white
wonder
i’ve felt, running from my heart
and onto the dunes, where the screams
which brought them
settle under the dust they
were born in.
i stare down the sun where he
ages, stoic
in the hollow of my mind’s eye with a
thin fey smile like stone
across my lap,
but night will not wait.
now, in this stream’s radiance
i’m captured, by the purple sunset earth
and this bower of mermaid roses, a
translucent farewell to dawning souls turning
to froth, to froth -
as i reach out
and lazily tear an oily green leaf
along its vein.
this
would be my heaven.