A rewrite of a former draft. I met J.D. Snodgrass at the I.S.P. convention this month and bought a copy of his latest published book. This encounter served to expand my poetic consciousness and hence this rewrite... many more coming.


Sunset

sneaks up as a crafty seagull to purloin
the lackluster day and make it grand as
a painting hanging in the Louvre, perfect --
turned out by a master's hand flaming with

blood orange clouds streaking cobalt sky,
thunderheads rimmed in gold settled
upon the horizon fleecy in static iron mold
after frowning and barking with the sway

of the earnest symphony played in the day,
kettle drums announcing corporate takeovers,
frantic melodies describing plausible paradigm
with parameters acceptable to white collar cadre

fiercely engaged in gladiatorial fray, fencing
with cell phone antennas constrained by time.
Blood orange clouds fade to ash and
the horizon dims to a mournful glow,

its violet signature lingers as the perfect chord
humming at the end of a popular song putting
bruised fanatics to rest in dubious peace,
it's harmony shall not linger long.




pjk






Poetry by Peter J. Kautsky
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Written on 2007-08-01 at 19:55

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Rob Graber
"its harmony shall not linger long": beautiful ending to a beautiful poem about beautiful endings...
2007-08-01