Thursday, February 2, 2012

What would Dostoevsky say?

What Color, Grass?

What color is

Through opalescent
filtered light
not the same
as tonight.

See, I rise:
earth hits the skies
azure stone
settles my eyes.

leaking laser-
cut crystalline
star flashes.

What shades of
grass emerge?
rough edges
erased to shine.

On the cusp
of its zenith
the sun sucks
and grey-washes.

Mutating marbled
erasing away
receded rolling
Green Granite Grey

"There is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it," Fyodor Dostoevsky.
(Although it was forbidden by his parents, Dostoyevsky liked to wander out to the garden of the hospital where his father worked with the poor. The patients sat in the garden to catch a glimpse of the sun. The young Dostoyevsky spent time with these patients and listened to their stories.)  I'm off to work, hospital, hand therapy, with stories to listen to......


  1. what i love about your verse is that it hits many angles to the grass, perhaps similar to all the stories we have to share and listen to...