Candy Skies Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Candy Skies
No need to be sad now
over winter days or
silver skies that promise nothing
but bleak empty hours
that become dark too quickly.
The sun is here to stay
to sing good morning
to the smallest dream
smiling in what can only be called satisfaction.
Mundane tasks are still mundane,
routine hasn't become alright.
No matter, the motion of hot weather tangles me in hope
moving me into tomorrow with ease.
To the future and those things where everything will be real again, and it will be real again soon enough. Even in half dreams.
In the meantime, things must be different.
Little things must be different.
Every breath has a different idea
to make Monday special from Tuesday.
For Friday to always be magic and Saturday dancing in the backyard barefoot in freedom.
Yet Thursday tastes like sugar, windows down, breathing outside air in,
as the pink and blue candy sunset
paints the sky on the long ride home from the daily commute.
Rock and Roll and candy skies are what I honour, what keeps me alive.
Patience in the days that must be spent inside,
Crazy with the Wild Things in the time we can do what we want outside.
The fence to the garden is unlocked,
there is no limit to the things I want to do, to dream and let myself come undone running through the wild flowers of summer.
Standing on the edge, you can push me if you wish,
I do not care if I fall
I do not worry about what will happen if I burn into the sun
...
in the sun, in the sun, in the sun I feel as one.
While possibly toned with a hint of abandon, this evocative poem brought to mind the oft-quoted verse by William Blake, Auguries of Innocence. To see a World in a grain of sand, And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour.
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4/18/2024 8:38:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The sun is a major player in this poem welcoming the new season. In describing a religion of the earth, D.H.Lawrence wrote, START WITH THE SUN AND EVERYTHING ELSE WILL FOLLOW. You're probably not starting a religion but still invoking the sun seems to galvanize your voice at the end of the poem, I visualized you asctually dancing during the last ten lines or so. But also in the first stanza you have the sun singing to EVEN THE SMALLEST DREAM. I liked that - it shows the energy is in the season and that means the dreams will get bigger as more sun shines perhaps in June. But in truth it's really your shining that creates these moods within and without and your perception that animates these experiences.