The dance

There is no hard line 

between sunset and night, 

the oranges and pinks 

give way to the inky 

blues and purples 

in a dance, a caress,

they embrace each other always

but we cannot 

see it from where we’re standing 

cannot see that 

we’re the ones spinning ever 

away and toward 

the light, that we are 

the dancer

dizzy with power and regret 

—

Poetry prompt: Transitions 

World pieces

There might be dark forces
currently at play
but there is also light

--
April PAD - Poetic Asides Day 5: purpose

Man on the moon

Does the man
on the moon
cry for us?

Does he hide
his phosphorescent face
behind stiff hands

and wonder why
he must always
light the way?

Does he face
our blue world
and lean away

wishing he could
hide from our
stiff smiles and

wandering eyes, wishing
man could see
his own light?


--

July PAD Day 4 - night lights over the lake

Night life

Six stars are
shining through the inky blue
ether of evening

battling the buzzing,
happy haze of city life,
where the lights

never go out,
and downtown domestics always do;
where screens glow

from every wall
and in every pocket as
we search for

meaning at the
speed of 4G two inches
from our faces

and forget that
all the answers are always
right above us

if we'd just
take a moment to breathe
and look up

--

April PAD Day 6 - night