May 18th, 2016
The letter is S for Sky
In my great grandmother's time,
All one needed was a broom
To get to see places
And give the geese a chase in the sky.
The stars know everything,
So we try to read their minds,
As distant as they are,
We choose to whisper in their presence.
Oh Cynthia
Take a clock that has lost its hands
For a ride.
Get me a room at Hotel Eternity
Where Time likes to stop now and then.
Come, lovers of dark corners,
The sky says,
And sit in one of my dark corners.
There are tasty little zeroes
In the peanut dish tonight.
Autumn Sky by Charles Simic
More Ssss here at ABC Wednesday
with thanks to Roger, Denise and all starry helpers.
12 comments:
what a wonderful poem... with a lovely photo too... i like it.
Have a nice ABC-Wednes-day / - week
♫ M e l ☺ d y ♫ (abc-w-team)
A fascinating poem and thoughts about the SKY.
Spectacular shot of the sky and love the poem, too.
Leslie
abcw team
beautiful sky
ROG, ABCW
How beautiful.
My ABC WEDNESDAY
Magnificent sky and I love the poem ~ great delight!
Happy Week to you ~ ^_^
I always enjoy your posts, and comments to my posts.
I wish you a beautiful week.
Wil, ABCW Team.
Delightful shot of the sky
and touching prose to go with.
Best wishes,
Di.
ABCW team.
I just loved your poem!!!!!!!
I like this metaphor very much. But speaking literally, I could use a couple of dark corners in the sky now and then (it is hot here!).
Our sky is full of glory and I do try to appreciate it all. Great poem.
Ann
You had mysteriously disappeared off my radar Hildred, so glad to have you back. I love the poem and shall read it at our Poetry meeting this week.
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