An Oracle of Sunrise

The Final Prompt from Red Wolf Poems, successor in spirit to the website of my birth.

imageSo Long

Falling Into It

A bright morning rising, juicy with suspense,
hinting an iceberg’s mass more than meets the eye.
Will the wind kick up and toss money at me?
A flame, as light, can only suggest its heat.
Can what starts with morning breath end in romance?

The clouds are pinkly gold and small. The sweet
next-to-nothing pastels at some wedding reception
in shell-shaped silver. The sun is an orange
and cracks its peel in a spray of fragrant portent
A bright morning rising, juicy with suspense.

I am a foul morning remainder, trailing poltergeists.
Hair like slept-in grass, crusts, funks, slimes.
How does the sunrise seem clean every morning yet,
with only a curve of light like the arch of a brow,
hinting an iceberg’s mass more than meets the eye.

If I read good fortune in the morning
and take my bowl of raisin bran to the porch,
stand to let the light and shadow meet
across my rusty toes, and beg:
Will the wind kick up and toss money at me?

With the sun’s butt and shoulders still below the dirt
and the candy clouds and the sky so tall
and everything unsullied by yesterday, judgment
might be seen as relenting. Can I dream, knowing
a flame, as light, can only suggest its heat.

Changing light and changing colors. It’s day,
not dark, that means the loosing of all constraints.
Spread your rays at my feet, sun, read me
a fortune like a Sunday funnies fantasy.
Can what starts with morning breath end in romance?

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One thought on “An Oracle of Sunrise

  1. Misky January 2, 2015 / 5:03 am

    The orange and that juicy with suspense is quite captivating. Nicely done, b.

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