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

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Chris Butler - Two Poems


As a boy,
I stood outside during
counting the

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.