Friday, November 06, 2009

tuesday morning

7 am: fog.

bubblegum clouds against a pale blue sky
and the edges of the moon are
blurred

wispy like
the smudge on the
car window

frosted opaque except for the
words you traced yesterday.

and the horizon is orange now
as i walk into the fog

carried on a fragile
wind.

(Poetry Friday roundup here.)

9 comments:

Kirthi said...

amazing. I love the "frosted opaque" verse. And the last one. In fact, I love all of it!!! It's beautiful!

Enna-Rin said...

Wow. I wish I could write like that!

cuileann said...

this is very good.

Enna-Rin said...

btw, is your blog snowing?

Priya said...

Yes, it is snowing :)

Erin said...

you have such talent.

when do we get to see a book of poems from YOU?

Beth Kephart said...

very beautiful, Priya.

Amanda-Lee said...

wonderful!!!

i love it when people can describe in colour like you can..

Bubblegum clouds....i never would have described them like that, but as soon as i read it was like, wow thats exactly what they are like!!!!

i will definitely be keeping tabs on your writing

laurasalas said...

Lovely poem--I especially like:

and the edges of the moon are
blurred

wispy like
the smudge on the
car window


Unexpected imagery, and beautiful. Thanks for sharing!