the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Sunday 17 July 2011

Chris Butler - Two Poems

Nightlight

As a boy,
I stood outside during
thunderstorms,
counting the
mississippis
between

the flash bulb clouds
luminously enlightening
my starry eyes
and the thunderous
punches knocking
me unconscious.

I’m still awaiting the rain.

In the Sky

I wrote a poem
way up high,

with letters of
smoke exhalations

and words formed
from carbon dioxide.

The clouds then
signed my plain name

way up high
in the sky.