She Once Was in the Painterly Dawn

Poetry

Photo by author

The sun is like
a bomb exploding
mushroom morphing
gray and gold

one last gasp
of gaudy splendor

slicing stratus
shaft of light

silver rippling
o’er the sea

swaths of broken
lilac painted strokes
that say goodbye
to someone
fading fast

a day is born to die

Swarm of midges
milling
fall on figures
gazing skyward

graze the eyeballs
fly up noses
land on waxen
ear canals

She is trying
not to notice, smiling
poised with poses
full of grace

madly flitting
swatting wildly
flicking bugs
saving face

a dog
running circles
round a man

a boy
some suns ago

You and she
and he and she
and all the other
souls at sea

live to see
the sun break free

She that loved
a painter
in the sunset of his
never-ending

reaching
for the not
quite there

one last gasp
of scented air

pin prick
feeling faint
silver splotches
semi-gloss

“Sliver of peach
we’re off to the races”

Thin proboscis
licks the skin
blood drawn
peeling paint

face gaunt
mushroom gray

A few rose petals
fleck the pallor
bring back color

suns exploding
heliotrope

turn your flowers
catch the light

she once was
in the painterly dawn

For Zoya