Home, 2006I 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,
Resting,
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.
It sounds like such a wonderful home, under a cellophane sky. Love your words.
ReplyDeleteit's so funny how that once glass plastic apple is palpable to me...
ReplyDeletethank you for sharing your poetry!
So lovely: both the photos and the words.
ReplyDeleteMmm...i like.
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely....
ReplyDeleteOh, oh..! "A tiny sliver of moon,/ Resting,/ As if cradled in an arm."
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the image of another sky arriving... I loved it all. What a gorgeous home.
All perfectly beautiful... thank you.
xoox,
-maria
Almost Night is a record of a really beautiful moment. I wanted to document it and thought, why not on Chez Danisse.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.
i adore this! i really do.
ReplyDeletewhat is the book in the lovely photo? you have me curious.
xo
A home under a cellophane sky...I love that little bit. Beautiful words, as always. I love the photo that accompanies your verses.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words... and I like the visual you paint of the moon and the sense of home.
ReplyDeleteLove the gorgeous picture :)
ReplyDeleteHolding the moon in a cradled arm and the tiny dots on the bridge...those were my favourite parts. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA blue-orange cellophane sky; how emotive Denise. Mmmm, I like it too.
ReplyDeleteFor Christina and anyone else curious, the book is:
ReplyDeleteAsian 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.