poetry and prose
Out of the Fog Comes
the sun.
it’s a clutch of warmth,
a canopy suspended
over winter’s muscle.
the sun
abides in cheeks of roses,
and on tensiled tails
of a comet.
bright as a smile after sex.
the horizon is
November.
licked and kicked
by the sun.
Miz Quickly’s Day 30 and dVerse Quadrille #117 “Abide” © Misky 2020
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A wonderful poem. Sunshine in the rose…Yes, Isn’t it amazing how the sunshine can change the perspective of a day.
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“the sun.
it’s a clutch of warmth,
a canopy suspended
over winter’s muscle.”
Sigh. That’s what this poem reduced me to, particularly this stanza. So much serenity packed into the descriptions of the sun, its warmth; being over the cold, winter’s muscle, that itself sounds soothing. I needed to read this today. 🙂 It made my night a lot better.
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A wonderful capture of a perfect moment, Marilyn! I love fog and sun through fog, although it used to blind me on early mornings when I was still working, as the road to Great Yarmouth leads right into sunrise. The phrase ‘clutch of warmth’ is perfect, as is the ending of your quadrille – great use of internal rhyme in ‘licked and kicked’.
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Thanks, Ron.
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Thank you!
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