poem © Jeffrey Beaty
written Dec. 31, 2015
Times change, and so must I. Appropriate for the beginning of a new year.
This poem began like many of my poems, as a bit of negative maudlin dribble. And then it took a turn for the better. That positive spin was a little bit a conscious choice, but also kind of where I’m at… Trying to break the habits my brain likes to get into and drive outside the “ruts” my grey matter likes to follow. But this turn was also a little what actually occurred, and shows that nothing always stays the same. And if you look hard you can find something to enjoy, be happy or thankful for even in the worst of times.
PULL THE SHADE ON THE NIGHT by Jeffrey Beaty No sound A vee of geese Seen through cold glass Fly across a darkening sky My heart An empty place Yet full of pain Like an abscessed cavity First stars Begin to shine Behind thin clouds That dissolve the light in halos A sigh A breeze inside Blows through my chest Fanning cold coals I thought long dead A call A lonely cry Turns to a song By a coyote in the dark A smile Seen on my lips In window glass As I pull the shade on the Night