Thursday, August 9, 2012

Here Comes the Sun




That bright light
That’s the sun exploding baby  boy
Yeah, I know
No shelter gonna save us now
Let me have one last look
The trees are beautiful pop
Not the trees son
Not the trees



Copyright
Crowley 2012

19 comments:

  1. Oh, the heartbreak of father last conversation with son. You push to the heart of loss in so many of your poems, but seldom in so few lines. Very powerfully felt.

    Not the trees son
    Not the trees..

    Haunting.

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  2. This IS very haunting. And likely will be the poem I take away from this topic, that will live on in my mind for some time.......Not the trees, son, not the trees.

    You said it all so powerfully here. Wow.

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  3. A very powerful write, Corey, concisely conveying one last moment shared.
    K

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  4. Scene set, story told, impact felt! Strong write, Corey!!

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  5. And someday it will...explode, that is. I have a hard time believing there will be humans around by then, though if they are, I can see this scene very vividly--the last reality is that connection to our sinless, helpless innocent blood and bone, and your words here seem to me like one of the purest expressions of love. (Or I could be totally off base, but I still think the poem rocks.)

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  6. Wow...really what Kerry said...brevity punches here!!!

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  7. Haunting...last words between father and son. This will stay with me.

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  8. Father and son.... just lovely. Have you ever seen "Life is Beautiful"?

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  9. Short and powerful lines Corey ~ Great to see you ~

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  10. This is amazingly powerful - concise and yet so deeply pulling at the heart strings. Wow.

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  11. oh rowley, you have really done something spectacular here. I like where the prompt took you. As many have echoed, so brief, so tender, so warm and so sudden, much like a sudden bursting star. Only this piece shines brighter than that. Well done and viva la

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  12. This poem!!
    I hope we are with those we love.
    I hope we have time to talk, and then,
    I hope it is fast.

    I'm finally listening to some of your music on this site:
    "breath smells like my favorite wine" nice stuff---but I like your full-bodied voice better than the spoken or whispered. "I can see it in your eyes..." "Fishing gear if we need it..." "sand from the beach is everywhere. . . ." "it took 2 minutes and it was gone" . . . I enjoyed the time I spent with your music very much!

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  13. yes! i love this. ooooh the power of a shorter piece from you. excellent.
    p.s. i finished it, babyluv. what next!

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  14. Thanks for your visits ~ I hope you are enjoying the last days of summer ~

    Take care Corey and see you soon ~

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  15. Wow - very vivid poem - clip clops along so fast and delivers a real punch. It's wonderful how well you make the dialogue work. k.

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  16. hey! i need something new from you!

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  17. Oh that is summer with full punch I think.......

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