(written over Labor Day out for a pre-dawn run)
Venus rising in the eastern sky
Amber yarn stretching to my eye
Spun from the skein of the sun, also rising
Over tiramisu clouds
The mist of the morning, my shield
Last summer I was thrown in the kiln
Too many bubbles in the clay
A year of heat and pressure
Unlock the door, shards of terra cotta lay
Now I sit at the wheel, fresh, cool clay in my wet hands
Now I sit with cool clay
sweetsalty kate
| 28-Sep-07 at 7:47 pm | Permalink
this was gorgeous, and I need no details to be smiling for you.
bine
| 29-Sep-07 at 11:33 am | Permalink
beautiful.
JOEYADAMS
| 29-Sep-07 at 11:30 pm | Permalink
hey Jase, I love your language… nicely built.
you know, Venus has been amazing these last couple of weeks. pre dawn is the time. it makes me happy that you noticed too.
JOE
bine
| 10-Oct-07 at 3:41 pm | Permalink
what’s wrong, jase? your comment on thor’s “i got nuthin” post disturbed me. not good losing your appetite. hope you are okay.
sharecropper
| 23-Oct-07 at 7:40 pm | Permalink
Hey, Jason, what’s up with Missy? Several of us have been worried about her since she hasn’t posted since Oct. 13th.
Glad to hear about your new interest, and I love the poem
jase
| 24-Oct-07 at 10:52 am | Permalink
Not sure what’s happening with her. I’ll send her an email. Thanks for the compliments!