Doesn't seem 2 minutes

"For the Solstice"

Shoe polish soot dusts my soul

Charcoal pitted O lives pressed
Crushed beneath the sack
of ink jet black
ness

Enveloped in dark room
Hemmed in and still captured
There, developing in silver salts

The light is returning



I wish I had one for the Summer Solstice

But I'm all poemed out and currently under doctors orders to chill out and smell the roses for 2 weeks - that relentless inhuman clockwork stress ladened monotony was bound to catch up with me in the end

I'm broken

Found this one today and sharing....

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

One of the great classics ....

You're Norma Desmond. You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big.

Norma Desmond: I *am* big. It's the *pictures* that got small.

All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.

Moon Rise last week. Held there nestled on the clouds. A pearl you could reach out and hold.

Going through a tricky patch phase at the moment. I've not gone. I will be back just like the moon.


Thank you for the lovely poem

Dave

Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.
Louis L'Amour