The sky is grey on white on robin’s egg
this late leg
of the day,
soon to be pale
over moon–
or you could call the clouds a veil,  I suppose,
its net unrolled
in crimped folds
from a pillbox hat,

but what I’m really trying to get at
under this cloud cover
is that some day we all will filter
through grey to robin’s egg
whether as ash
or mist over humefying soil,
our bones toiling to net
a resemblance in the air
to what stars let down
when stars let down
their hair–

Only, there is nothing I can say
except, sincerely, not you
not yet,
which brings me also to the plea,
not me


Draft poem for Real Toads Open Platform.  The pic is taken from the Metro North train line, along the Hudson River.  All rights reserved. 



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8 Comments on “Clouded”

  1. How beautiful it can be that late part of the day. Love the rhymes, like an echo playing,

  2. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) Says:

    Ah, you too are doing sky photos, I see! With poetic reflections much deeper than mine. I always like the way you say things. 🙂

  3. X Says:

    We all go through storms. We all get clear skies.
    Sucks when it is not our time, when we have to walk the storm a bit hoping for another day of blue skies, but it will come.
    We are no different in that.

  4. Jim Says:

    Oops, dust to dust in a beautiful setting. Mine is liable to be concrete and asphalt. Very nicely written, I was not expecting an ending like this one.

    On my McD dining experience, after your nice comment I added:
    It was a ‘neighborhood’ McD’s, not on a numbered highway or road, just a local thoroughfare. It closes at 11 PM on most nights, is open until midnight on Saturdays. Never is it super busy, there aren’t very any large business buildings or shopping places within five miles. Those people have a different McD’s, this one is a foot-in-the-door place to keep Burger King, etc, away, and for future business growth in the area.
    I.e. it’s a local place now.


  5. hedgewitch Says:

    Beautiful progression here, soft as evening light, and the last 5 lines of the middle stanza are pure music.

  6. Rommy Says:

    Really lovely stuff

  7. lynn__ Says:

    Thanks for this, K! The robin’s egg color is wistful, the cloudy forecast is mistful, the plea is melancholy.

  8. M Says:

    I sense a deep wistfulness ~

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