After the Solstice

a piece of work in progress -

Branches play the veil of focus

The ever blue is ever undecided

After punctuation is a part parted

A thrown definition in unwrapped flight

Look - a spread of flat expectancy

Not the echoed space of the past

Safe in a constant  of speculation

Yellow light equivocates from bricks - works

Sudden rainfall and startled thunder clap

Has no image or musing fancy

Sunshine elsewhere - against dark - deep blue

Promises from the seasoned rain drop

The future is in memory mirrored

Unproven but proved by its reflection

Birdsong has not aroused it - yet

In a swaddled certainty - it is

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The solstice colors the moon bluish hue and that is where the term once in a blue moon comes from. Sometimes we just see the yellow of the moon when the moon has the sun blocked out. This is very well written and descriptive poem and you seem to know more about it than more so than most...Bravo.....................

[Michael Oliver]

Many thanks Sami I know my work is getting more and more obscure - but as long as it touches some one it makes it worth while Thanks

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)................

[writing mojo]

Definitely symbolism of what the self goes through to arrange one second hand into timing..excellent piece