[stylist] poem about the sky
KajunCutie926 at aol.com
KajunCutie926 at aol.com
Fri Mar 29 22:38:09 UTC 2013
Love it, love it, love it, Barbara.. going into the folder now..)
Myrna
In a message dated 3/29/2013 3:05:25 P.M. Central Daylight Time,
poetlori8 at msn.com writes:
And it will do you no good if I don’t attach the poem. LOL! (Fingers went
crazy and sent the email instead of going to the menu to choose to attach
it.)
Barbara
THE SKY
By Barbara Hammel
BLUE-VIOLET is a winter sky
Above the fields of white.
Ink-black or deep velvet-blue
Is its color during the night.
At sunrise it flashes rose and yellow,
At sunset it glows shades of red.
When the smell of wetness fills the air
The sky is gray as lead.
Hail and tornado turn it to
An eerie purple-green.
Its flaming-blue of autumn time
Is unlike any color I've seen.
In summer, a bright but gentle blue,
In spring, a dazzling one.
And sometimes streaks or pillows of clouds
Whiten blue or block out the sun.
The sky is always beautiful
However it chooses to look.
It's really sad to think some people
Only see it in a science book.
When all they really need to do
Is stop and look for a moment or two.
If they'd only stop staring at feet as they walk,
And look up, they'd enjoy a better view.
But I think there's something they're really afraid of.
It's raising their sights too high.
I wish I knew why they're scared of that,
Goodness sakes, they'll just see the sky.
It doesn't expect a thing from you,
It doesn't demand your time,
It doesn't set deadlines that you can't make.
But for the poet, it sings a rhyme.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. -- Carl Sandburg
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