These are a series of separate ideas that I'm trying to link into a single poem. I have attempted to sequence them in a way makes sense, but I'm not sure it works. Any ideas are appreciated.
tonight's sunset seems perpetual
as I fly west
from St. Louis to Portland
the landscape is wrapped
in a rainbow striped blanket
red on bottom in a deep band
supports orange and a threadbare yellow
to green
blue leads upward into
a domed ceiling of indigo
I'd love to find a less cliche way to describe this,
and the snow-capped mountain trail
infinitely reaching for the horizon's promise
of warmth
but I cannot be more than this moment
it is dark behind me, I'm sure
the sky's blanket more of a deep purple
encroaching across the land
rather than than reaching up
to encapsulate it.
like a tow rope urging follow,
my thoughts must be helping the night
catch up with this
extended day
a purple gray sneaks
into my peripheral,
and i lean back to get a better view
of the sun's ferocious fight, and vow
to keep vigil until
i can no longer see the reflection
off snow
or my Bloody Mary turns to ice.
©Erin Croley
as I fly west
from St. Louis to Portland
the landscape is wrapped
in a rainbow striped blanket
red on bottom in a deep band
supports orange and a threadbare yellow
to green
blue leads upward into
a domed ceiling of indigo
I'd love to find a less cliche way to describe this,
and the snow-capped mountain trail
infinitely reaching for the horizon's promise
of warmth
but I cannot be more than this moment
it is dark behind me, I'm sure
the sky's blanket more of a deep purple
encroaching across the land
rather than than reaching up
to encapsulate it.
like a tow rope urging follow,
my thoughts must be helping the night
catch up with this
extended day
a purple gray sneaks
into my peripheral,
and i lean back to get a better view
of the sun's ferocious fight, and vow
to keep vigil until
i can no longer see the reflection
off snow
or my Bloody Mary turns to ice.
©Erin Croley
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