October dusk

Posted on October 16, 2010 by Dave Bonta
This entry is part 22 of 38 in the series Bridge to Nowhere: poems at mid-life

What do you mean
by knife, by wind?
The bluest sky below the wash
of sunset pink, delectable
as a slice of blue fruit riding
the horizon’s blade.
Half a moon over the barn.
The field of goldenrod fuzz
gathering its sparrows, brown
into brown, poor Sam Peabody
as lamentable as ever:
a song that catches in the middle
like a shirt on a thorn.
The wind dying,
& the color in the trees
darkening like dried blood.

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8 Responses to October dusk

  1. Dr. Omed says:
    October 16, 2010 at 11:48 pm

    I like this one very much.

  2. carolee says:
    October 17, 2010 at 12:38 am

    great, great images. the song like the shirt snagged on a thorn and the ending: “the trees/ darkening like dried blood.” wow.

  3. Clive Hicks-Jenkins says:
    October 17, 2010 at 3:09 am

    Full of good things. And interestingly, as relevant here in Wales as at Plummer’s Hollow. This poem reeks of the year going down into Winter.

  4. Fire Bird says:
    October 18, 2010 at 9:33 am

    oh i like this a lot. the season is fierce and gentle both and its colours glow and you’ve shown me all that…

  5. Claudia says:
    October 18, 2010 at 3:07 pm

    Dave this is breath-taking – been reading it 5 times and every time another line catches my attention before it melts into a smooth and honest october feeling..wow!

  6. Dick says:
    October 18, 2010 at 6:44 pm

    Like they all said, Dave! If it’s a first draft, don’t touch it.

  7. Dave Bonta says:
    October 18, 2010 at 7:46 pm

    Thanks, all! Not only a first draft, but a dashed-off one at that. I guess sometimes the Zen saying “first thought, best thought” is true.

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