Thursday, February 16, 2012

Pretty Things

Stars are heavier than dreams--
Five fingers are enough to steal most things.

A dream I'd not yet had arrived today by post.
The mail lady stood there, licked her lips,
Said I owed her.

Dark hair is the hair I like--
You've got the Gypsy kind,
It's always in my eyes.

Rain collects at the lowest point,
And yet it comes from the sky.
Birds' bones are lighter than their feathers.

I swapped the mail lady a stone for a stamp--
She laughed and tossed it in her hand,
Then fixed it in a ring to charm the weather.

Gypsy, do you see what you've done?
With the bright cardinal in your hair,
Who sleeps and sings?

Stars are heavier, less graceful, than dreams,
And five fingers are enough
To capture and keep the prettiest things.
_____

17 comments:

Cloudia said...

see, those first two lines
were a world
of poetry!


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Matt D said...

Excellent,
floating images of contrast
arranged into a story ...
I really like this one, the subtlety.

Brian Miller said...

seriously need to watch those mail ladies...just saying...smiles. love the lyricism and bit of magic you have in there shay...

myheartslovesongs said...

"Stars are heavier, less graceful, than dreams,
And five fingers are enough
To capture and keep the prettiest things."

{muttering every curseword known to manandwomankind under my breath}{let her have a day off work and look what she does with it!}

stunning, my dear Fireblossom... each of your poems a mastermistresspiece and then your next one ALWAYS better yet!



{thank you, ma'am, for keeping a 'word verification free blog' ~ though i'm missing one of your wonderful images at the top of the sidebar.....}

Lynn said...

I love that you put the mail lady in your poem.

Lolamouse said...

My mail lady is never this interesting! I love "stars are heavier than dreams." What a great way to start! And it just gets better from there!

Daryl Edelstein said...

good to the last drop

Kerry O'Connor said...

These lines I am stealing for myself... Thank you very much.


Rain collects at the lowest point,
And yet it comes from the sky.
Birds' bones are lighter than their feathers.

hedgewitch said...

Five fingers that hold a pen, anyway...this took my breath away with its dance of soul and love, and the penultimate stanza is beyond my ability to adequately praise, except to say, the bar is so high at that point I need the Palomar observatory to find it now. *collects scattered hair follicles and slinks away*

Mama Zen said...

Get that hair out of your face!

Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil said...

Shay, I loved this. It had a Cat Stevens soundtrack in my mind, swapping the mail lady a stone for a stamp... don't know why! Lovely idea, her making a ring and charming the environment. Whimsical, merry! Peace, Amy (back after hiatus!)
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2012/02/13/bobbis-mom-sunday-whirl/

Marian said...

man, i can see that mail lady. story coulda gone a whole nother way ;)

Joanna Jenkins said...

Great, great opening line.
Happy weekend, jj

TexWisGirl said...

you have a gift. :)

ayala said...

Love these lines...Stars are heavier, less graceful, than dreams,
And five fingers are enough
To capture and keep the prettiest things.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful, culminating in a spectacular last stanza.

Tabitha said...

Awesome ! This reminds me of the feeling I get when it's raining out ( which it is ) and I spot a bright flower trying to bloom.Thank you xo