Thursday, March 18, 2010

Almost Night

Home, 2006

I drank juice from a plastic apple,
They once were glass.
As I looked out at a blue-orange cellophane sky.
A tiny sliver of moon,
As if cradled in an arm.
One glamorous streetlight.

As I turned,
The other sky arrived.
A deep purple.
Tiny lights dotting the bridge.
The illuminated arches of the tower.
The air clean and still.

And I thought,
This is where I live.
This is home.


  1. It sounds like such a wonderful home, under a cellophane sky. Love your words.

  2. it's so funny how that once glass plastic apple is palpable to me...

    thank you for sharing your poetry!

  3. So lovely: both the photos and the words.

  4. Oh, oh..! "A tiny sliver of moon,/ Resting,/ As if cradled in an arm."

    And I love the image of another sky arriving... I loved it all. What a gorgeous home.

    All perfectly beautiful... thank you.


  5. Almost Night is a record of a really beautiful moment. I wanted to document it and thought, why not on Chez Danisse.

    I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.

  6. i adore this! i really do.
    what is the book in the lovely photo? you have me curious.

  7. A home under a cellophane sky...I love that little bit. Beautiful words, as always. I love the photo that accompanies your verses.

  8. Beautiful words... and I like the visual you paint of the moon and the sense of home.

  9. Holding the moon in a cradled arm and the tiny dots on the bridge...those were my favourite parts. Beautiful!

  10. A blue-orange cellophane sky; how emotive Denise. Mmmm, I like it too.

  11. For Christina and anyone else curious, the book is:

    Asian Noodles: Deliciously Simple Dishes to Twirl, Slurp, and Savor
    by Nina Simonds

    It was a birthday gift from my mom.

    I've been reading over all of your comments and you are a thoughtful crew--thank you.