A brown streak of smog
hangs above the horizon
like a skidmark in the sky;
an embarrassing stain left behind
on December’s crystalline-
blue perfection.
unearthing poems
A brown streak of smog
hangs above the horizon
like a skidmark in the sky;
an embarrassing stain left behind
on December’s crystalline-
blue perfection.
This is fantastic!
Thanks!
This is a great one. The length lets the imagery linger, and I like how much is not said. This poem is very rorschachian: the title and word choice are suggestive but as a whole it could be interpreted in many different contexts. I especially like the “skidmark/embarrassing” pair… makes me think the earth has ‘soiled’ herself… lol
I just read this again after we talked about it yesterday… It’s so funny how I missed the sense of the title on the first reads…
Reading it now it’s freaking perfect… It’s short like a slap in the face and it lingers even longer. Iike a joke, or a zen koan…
GW