hey breeze

 

prelude to a nocturne

 

all things conspire

to make this our night of love.

classically speaking, all is in place,

a starry night, cool air,

a breeze coming in lightly 

through our open windows,

candles lit, music softly playing,

dinner nicely settled, wine

working its quiet magic,

your loveliness working its own magic,

and if I can mange

to avoid saying something critical,

some little passing remark which cuts,

we will love this night away.

 

 

hey breeze

 

hey breeze, come down, talk to me

send me a cloud, a puffy white cloud,

i read clouds, i learned how when i sat

on the mountain top with han shan,

sipping tea, and he—so intent

on listening that by proximity i learned

to hear clouds—and his belly-laugh,

and yours, where is it? come down,

talk to me, bring me a story,

finish what you began—two distant clouds

that met and made a joyful noise,

crackling lightning all the while—

hey breeze, i want to hear, and if you tell

of overcast, so be it, tell of that as well

 





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Written on 2015-12-12 at 14:52

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Both lovely to read. Clouds are wonderful things. And they never lie. They give you sun, shade or rain with honesty.
2015-12-18


Nancy Sikora
I agree with Ashe about the contrast. The top poem is night-time and romance and quiet... and that nagging little touch of worry about what might go wrong. The bottom is sunny and joyful and free.

Nights are always so much more serious.
2015-12-15



reading the clouds can be a psychological test. good one.
2015-12-15



hey poet, send us more poems like this.
2015-12-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The two together have a title, but they feel like they are entirely separate poems. Both are nice. Both have Pony written all over them.
2015-12-12



I am struck by the contrast in these two poems. The one has a carefully crafted to perfection nocturnal interlude, but it is so fragile that the slightest wrong word or gesture could shatter all the preparations.

The other one, makes me smile. It's an impromptu conversation full of joy and laughter where nothing can possibly go wrong, not even the lightning storm.

Love it!
Ashe
2015-12-12