by agoodguy2havesuffolk, Virginia, USA
Apr 2010 560 Views 7 comments
night lines
dissonance without purpose is noise
and understanding chords harmony
the essence and attributes of God
are adjectives and adverbs pressing
my thoughts, breezing, air like
across vacuums and miles and epochs
back to when we heard the sound
of stars at night buzzing the trees
droning their shimmering lines behind
and Perseid lasted all night long
the highway got quiet after awhile
and we sat on the stair stoop
cooling our thoughts and passions
waiting for the 5am onshore breeze
In the moment without even knowing,
we were young and didn't analyze much
just felt the raw truth of it all
the sticky T-shirt and sunburned nose
sheer exhaustion from no sleep,
not willing to miss anything that
might or might not change us
into something we only dimly sensed
yet yearned for without words
something just over the horizon of day
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-09
and understanding chords harmony
the essence and attributes of God
are adjectives and adverbs pressing
my thoughts, breezing, air like
across vacuums and miles and epochs
back to when we heard the sound
of stars at night buzzing the trees
droning their shimmering lines behind
and Perseid lasted all night long
the highway got quiet after awhile
and we sat on the stair stoop
cooling our thoughts and passions
waiting for the 5am onshore breeze
In the moment without even knowing,
we were young and didn't analyze much
just felt the raw truth of it all
the sticky T-shirt and sunburned nose
sheer exhaustion from no sleep,
not willing to miss anything that
might or might not change us
into something we only dimly sensed
yet yearned for without words
something just over the horizon of day
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-09
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Posted: Apr 2010
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You are certainly celebrating Poetry Month with great acumen. Lovely poem! Thank you for sharing. One can still see up to 60 per hour when Perseids peaks August 12-13. With "the thin crescent moon...out of the way early", not willing to miss anything, "look to the northeast after midnight" to see their shimmering lines.