The pigeons wing a faraway blue.
And the singsong crickets are the color of fields.
And so, by analogy, we are not robots.
And so, by the many horizons theory, the sky is forever.
With the shoreline on the tip of your tongue, the clouds head out to sea.
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Lovely, esp. the tongue border image. I’m headed out to the night sea myself. Cheers.
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Thanks, Katie. Enjoy the night sea!
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The last line seals the deal.
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Thanks!
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damn, i forget what it’s called when we see sounds and hear colors. it happened to me a couple of times on lsd and then it happened again with your line “And the singsong crickets are the color of fields.” That’s amazing and then the farewell at the end, the summer swan song of clouds “heading out to sea.” dang. something special right there.
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Thanks Steve. I know the word if I try to spell I don’t think even spell check could save me. I’ve had similar experiences on LSD as well. I’m glad this poem hit that way. It’s tough to leave summer. But then the first cool breeze of autumn comes and I feel all the excitement of a new season.
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I like your ‘many horizons’ theory 🙂
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Thanks John. I’m glad you think so. You’re the first to bring it up. 😊
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I agree with Steve! 🙂
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Good poem–creates a lovely vision.
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Thanks Diana!
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Somehow I missed this…beautiful. The last line is a very fitting farewell to summer.
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It’s tough to say goodbye to summer. Glad you liked it.
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