Windowed Night Jon Hillenbrand, October 26, 2016 Falling rain Lighting up By passing cars And flashy bars Like lightning bugs In mason jars As far’s the eye can see The sea makes a plea To be the sky To fly But heavy water falls In walls Like posters stuck to China’s walls The distant land As complex as a band Details like sand A dragon flies with Eyelashed-eyes A child cries As parents bring her to the skies Across the sea With it’s plea To be the sky Like the eye Of the child looking high Through the windowed night A metal kite And she fills her eyes with the light Of a thousand stars Like distant cars Numerous as strangers all around and new Unhappy feeling blue Her far off land a memory Like the view of the sea Windowed from her seat Neat but a strange way to greet Her new life should be sweet Connecting friends from a Tweet Life a giant street Looking down can be sad Up can be glad Out can be mad or bad or wearing plaid Life anew, near or far Looking up to see the stars Filling her eyes with Mars and quasars She looks so high And lets out a sigh As her eyes twinkle like a perfect night sky Poetry LifenightpoempoemsPoetrythought
Poetry Crystallized Porcelain January 27, 2019January 27, 2019 Crystallized porcelain alights on the window of the poet, waiting for him to notice. He watches as the sun melts her just enough to fall away and glide on the wind like a smoke. She turns, rises and falls like a bedroom breath, glittering through his life, a chaos of… Read More
Poetry Raven March 26, 2011December 30, 2015 Raven alight upon my ledge Tapping at frosted glass. Barely the handle is turned when you leap inside Transforming into the Night Beauty. You sing and I am yours. I woo you, love you, make you mine You wrap your wings around me and we fly together into the sky…. Read More
Poetry Listen not to vain word of empty tongue July 19, 2007December 30, 2015 The title of this blog came to me wrapped in hard cookie. A crack later and the fortune spilled into my hand like hot mercury. Such wisdom nowadays comes to me at the end of a meal from someone who probably barely speaks the language they are writing in. I… Read More