Two brand new poems

Wrote these last week.


The 29th of May, ends
before the day has its coat.
Knocking an hour into a speck
that was caught by my finger.

I don’t know but I know
the sun has left, leaving me
looking at the black window.
Reflecting the room’s objects.

So a night is walking before me.
Not bowing nor a hello or even
trying to claim me, alone.

*********

Between thunderstorm of past
and growing, The sky is gently
and is building to the point of explosion

That will never untangle
the fallen spider’s web.

Things must be built and torn down.
Easy fact to grasp, when the universe
is created on this cutting point.

What cut the universe from its mother?

Is beyond us in the night sky,
who is the father of us all.
And at this quiet second.

Today fights with night, as the mixed air
becomes hazy, With clouds stretching
into their fierce Zeus appearance.