Even though life’s
like a still life today,
what with chill,
incessant rain &
this being a holiday,
there must be motion
somewhere behind each
one of those still windows
There must be
Since I don’t have one,
I imagine a tulip
in the window,
screaming vermilion
– from hot sun rays
soaked in –
at the chimneys
stuck up in today’s torpor
There’s life somewhere,
I’m sure of it
– James Steerforth
Note
Inspired by today (weather & all) and the title of a book of poetry by e. e. cummings (Tulips and Chimneys, 1923).
Steer Forth! 
The moon is gone.
She fled as dawn approached.
Dawn as a slowly opening eye.
White sea birds skimming over the water,
looking for an early morning snack.
The mirror brightens.
From a blood moon at dawn to a mirror
reflecting waking life…
#######
I woke her to take the moon.
Her campaign was swift and terrible.
Metallic and fierce.
Glaring up in the twilight.
But the moon was both implacable and unreachable
and in the end the war against the moon failed.
As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.
But in the end, all that was lost,
was a little sleep….
Thank you for this beautiful poem!
James, love your poem! Check out some of my own poetry http://mypoetry.wordpress.com/2007/06/03/my-own-stuff/
And poetry69 I like your stuff too…