T(r)oy's Marbles
lost
Lost
a poem by Troy Cady
The sky today is singular.
I am rapt.
Wrapped tight,
so close,
I cannot recall
a single rhyme
(for today the sky is sing
ular
and
tomorrow He will bring
you there).
Today the sky is right,
but my mind is frightened
to find a rhyme.
I am like
a sight
less
orphan groping for a dime.
It is no lie
to say the sky
is all I have.
Rapt in seas above,
I am
wrapped,
but halved,
torn by two hands
(so now
the sky is all I have).
This air will do.
Meet my wife,
the sky.
This new life
is not like
flying.
It is more like
lying,
not trying
to find the
perfect rhyme
but the broken
lie
and bid it
good bye.
This air will do.
The sky today is singular.
poetry | Comments (1) | April 10, 2008
Comments
Troy, this was an incredibly viscous piece that you wrote. The imagery and use of words reminds me a little of Dylan Thomas, although it seems to be more effortless than his work. Please continue to unpack your compacted thoughts in this beautiful way.
P.S. I covet the joy that is rampant in your most recent newsletter.
Joe
Posted by: Joe Michon at April 16, 2008 04:14 PM