Blue Sky Lies
No sunny Southern California blue sky
watched over me
the day everything changed.
I grew up under an honest sun.
Shining high in the cerulean sky
it brought warmth.
But here that celestial orb
when it deigned to appear
was a stone cold liar.
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For this week’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, Grace wants us to write a 44-word poem using some form of the word sun. In addition to being the 83rd Quadrille prompt, it is the 8th anniversary of dVerse. I don’t know if I made it to the pub on opening day, but I was a regular pretty early on. I’ve learned a lot of what I know about poetry from this blog and my fellow poetry cronies.
For this prompt, I decided to take the opening paragraphs of my memoir (which is still seeking a publisher) and turn them into a poem. As I did, I noted some word choices that could be improved upon in the memoir itself. Love when that happens.
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This one is full of mystery to me, and, not fear exactly, but unknowing… Well done.
Thanks. That’s good to hear because I’ve worried that this opening to my memoir have too much away too early.
Interesting imagery — I could see it as a beginning of a story. For in itself, it leaves nothing but questions of what you are getting at.
Love that stone cold liar attribution. I don’t think, as a SoCal native myself, I could survive without the sun. It’s so true how the weather affects us. Nice to “see” you Linda.
It’s nice to be back, at least a bit, at dVerse. I think we’ve had this conversation before, but I tend not to participate and link if I don’t have time to read at least some of the other poems. Lately there’s not been that time.
That last line thuds down onto the page. This is one to read aloud, there’s a lot of power in the sound and the rhythm.
Very nice comparison between the “honest sun” and the “stone cold liar” version. I hadn’t thought of the sun being like that before.