Aurora in June

She becomes the shadow 
you are tempted to hold 
and show the sun to 

as a barrel-chested sky of mourning 
departs, cirrus feathers of orangeblossom 
giving way to a freedom found 
in the sophistry of 
revelation. 

*

A cup half-drained and stowed away 
beyond the walls of your own Eden's orb; 

the commiseration which eventuates 
when all is a fleeting grove of apples 

hurriedly picked and thrown into 
the nearest cardboard box. 

*

Parched and denuded 
roots, what understanding 
of the endless cycle 
of fortune and 

omission, the perspective wrought 
from studying the zodiac and its 
ethereal, limitless 
flaws. 

*

All is fallacy in this broken light. 
The moment is scattered 
from an urn 

into 
the river. 

Reviews

[Emily B]

when did you sneak this in?

wonderful to read you

[W.k.kortas]

Less than ten views for this piece? What the hell are people thinking? Marvelously visual, romantic but never sloppy, and wonderfully paced. This piece is the whole package.

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

Wow J! It is so so good to read you. I adore your poem. The imagery is most suitable to a June Aurora, your final verse sparkling in lifes transparency.

with a smile from

Tai

[Hedra Helix]

like the break up ;) me digs