ORIONEight stars pin
his frame
to the night.
He lies just above
the trainyard,
almost ready
to rouse.
Not quite yet.
Eight silent silver bells
take all evening
to stand
just as our star
fades him
back to sky.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
orion poem
ORIONEight stars pin
his frame
to the night.
He lies just above
the trainyard,
almost ready
to rouse.
Not quite yet.
Eight silent silver bells
take all evening
to stand
just as our star
fades him
back to sky.
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Enjoyed your poem. Here's one for ya. Written for my wife. To be published in The Orange Room Review.
Morning Walk
This sleeping birch has laid
its leaves on the wet grass
like a thousand pink tongues.
A wedge of geese splits the air
beneath the clouds, content
to ignore my admiration. Cold
air wraps itself around my neck
like a snake, whispers a poem
waits for you at home.
Kick balls litter the backyard
like purple planets. You’re
at the sink washing egg yolk
off the plate I used for breakfast.
Through the window I can see you’ve
taken a bath - hair still laden
with moisture. Your feet are still
bare, just starting to chill.
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I was just searching for images of Orion, my favorite constellation... Nice poem! I have decided I will name my first son Orion for a long time now... I also noticed your profile says you are a theatre geek... I too am a drama geek and I like to delve into personal poetry writing. Also, My dad is from Savannah, GA, but I live in North Pole, Alaska and work in Fairbanks, Alaska... I just thought it was funny how many things we have in common!
Ugh, it won't let me use my google id to leave you the message... so here's my email if you wanna comment back!
1onstage@gmail.com
~Christina
A cold December night with just the peace of the silent snowy plains of Minnesota, we found your nice poem. That night, Orion, my 6 years old son missed the crescent moon and Venus after down. We searched for starry images instead and my little Orion read you poem with so much light in his eyes that I ought to thank you.
Hermoso. Me encanta Orión.
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